Exquisite Corpse

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We get to experience this macabre tale in 4 parts. Each part is told through the eyes of a different character and, as the story develops, the darker it becomes. I have an exceptionally weak stomach, which is why I usually avoid gore. I've never seen the Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies. I've never seen the Freddy Kruger films. Gore's just not my thing; I'm more of a psychological terror guy. Horrors left offscreen are more effective on me. This book is quite scary psychologically, but it also revels in blood and guts and feces. This one is filled to the brim with necrophilia and cannibalism and rape and harsh feelings. Brite's characters are all terrible people doing terrible things, for no real reason except the fact that they can. If that isn't your thing, move on. There's nothing for you here. Peter Straub once said of the author ‘the only writer who could write a guidebook to hell that would make me want to go there’”

The novel unfolds in alternating chapters from the points of view of the four main characters. Andrew Compton, a convicted serial killer (based on serial killer Dennis Nilsen), escapes his UK prison cell in a self-induced cataleptic trance. Mistaken for dead by the authorities, he makes his way to New Orleans' French Quarter to start a new life. Seeking new victims, he instead meets Jay Byrne (based on Jeffrey Dahmer), a wealthy recluse who is also a serial killer, as well as a cannibal. The two at first intend to victimize one another, but upon realizing their similar proclivities, instead begin a torrid affair based on sex and murder. there's something about relating love and lust to death and cannibalism that makes the whole experience more intimate. to quote richard sikenI set out to read a horror for the season, knowing nothing about the author, but having his name and some books dropped on several groups. What I got was a gay grotesque, horrible I suppose if one were a victim, difficult to identify with the needs of the victimizers (thank the gods). This is a psychosexual horror without any occult elements. It is quite straight forward, requiring little work on the reader's part. Brotchie, Alastair; Mel Gooding (1991). Surrealist Games. London: Redstone Press. pp.143–144. ISBN 1-870003-21-7. In the 1940s, composers John Cage, Virgil Thomson, Henry Cowell, and Lou Harrison, composed a set of pieces using this same process—writing a measure of music, with 1 or 2 additional notes (sources differ), folding it on the bar line then passing it to the next person. The pieces were later arranged by Robert Hughes and published as Party Pieces. [18] Poppy Z. Brite (born Melissa Ann Brite, now going by Billy Martin) is an American author born in New Orleans, Louisiana. Academic hostility continued unabated, however, because the retros in charge of the pathetic literature pie resented having any part of their wobbly conformism questioned. The problem with the wimps, Jim Gustafson once said, is that there are so many of them. You said it, Jimbo. Every year they multiply to the point where they cover the sky like a locust plague, leaving room only for their own reproduction. No matter. We have our own sky. And it’s a cybersky. In 1998, tired of mountains of paper, but also fearful of inevitable institutionalization, ossification, poetry fatigue, and literary ennui, we. suspended publication of the paper Corpse, taking it into cyberspace. The Cybercorpse can be found at: http://www.corpse.org. The Cybercorpse is still the Corpse, but it is more fluid, subject to instant change and, above all, not so labor-and time-intensive for us. And the trees are ecstatic.

Tran Vinh: Lissome and hairless North Vietnamese homosexual, recreational drug abuser, runaway, presumed to have contracted AIDS. Take a piece of paper and fold it into fourths. Just fold it in half and half again, then cut off the 4th piece and squirrel it away for a bookmark craft. She bowed automatically before remembering there would be no applause in these villain-infested wood--only certain death" (p 41). Another one that made me laugh. The irony. Another one ... "UNHAND THAT ARM!" (p79) And "I'm so happy for you. The happiest days are always the days when missing legs are found. Aren't they, Joe? Aren't they the happiest days?" (p127). While living in Paris (1951-1958) he began his career as a serious writer, composing such works as the collection of short stories, Here Be Dragons (1955) and his first novel, Jamie Is My Heart's Desire (1956). During this time, Chester also met and began a relationship with an Israeli pianist, Arthur, with whom he lived in Paris and, for a short time, in New York City. While in Paris, Chester befriended other literary figures, such as Susan Sontag, James Baldwin, and Princess Marguerite Caetani. She was by anyone’s standards a beauty, there was no question, but the illness had transformed her into something quite different, something barely human.Adventure" was written in precisely this fashion by a selection of some of the most popular children's and youth authors of today. What the book did not do was give me any understanding of why or how the protagonists' behaviors satisfied their sexual and emotional needs. An exploration in depth of these possibilities, giving the characters more dimension, could have made this a great book for those interested in such dysfunction. Also, and I may be a bit old-fashioned in saying this, I was a bit saddened about how such a novel could provide fodder for the social conservatives and theocraps in their fight to stamp out sexual or affectional varieties. Here, Joe and Nancy are going to save their parents in another dimension, but with the help of a robot. And that robot must be assembled together. Maybe because science fiction is not my cup of tea, and combined with the fantasy element, it actually veered way out of my imagination (anyhow, I read Harry Potter with so much enthusiasm). also like siken, this book was beautifully written. i loved the prose, i loved the characterisation of the characters and their dynamics, i loved the discussions of death and the role aids played in the lives and experiences of every character. Carl Dance is an American scientist/self-styled doctor, who is working on radiation-based ways of curing TB. When he meets Lena Dahlstrom, who is beautiful and consumptive, he becomes completely fixated on curing her. When she dies, this fixation continues after her death, leading to some of the most horrible acts being perpetrated on her.

But it's all of the elements of the book that make it so special. All the questions it brought to surface in me and the fact that all the answers are also in me. I didn't expect the book to give any answers, nore did I really look for them in there, because quite at the beginning I could just feel that the author isn't so staightforward and the story deffinitely is not. I read it for the enjoyment of the story, really at the time this was my favourite book of all time. It still is at the top of my list. At some point I'm going to want to read it again but not yet, because I'm afraid the air of the book might have changed as I've grown up and I don't want to lose that feeling for a long time yet. The writing is incredible. I don't think I've ever seen such beautiful descriptions of graphic violence, of sexual terror, of human dissection, of blood and gore, the prose is a mixture of poetry and clinical facts. At one point when a dead man is cut open the horror of his disease riddled innards and entrails is a banquet of succulent and devastating power to the killers who performed the act. Apichatpong Weerasethakul's 2000 film Mysterious Object at Noon uses this technique with a mixture of documentary and fictional film.

Leta Miller, ″Cage's Collaborations" in The Cambridge Companion to John Cage, 151-168. (Cambridge, UK: Cambridge University Press, 2002), 154. Joe .... bravely dived off the bridge into the gorge. Nancy dived after him, even more bravely. (Don't you agree? I mean, she'd had an extra moment to think about it.)" (pp 19-20) This bit was written by Susan Cooper. It made me laugh. Set in the time when HIV and AIDS were just becoming known terms, two men were destined to meet in New Orleans. Andrew, a serial killer recently escaped from prison in a way Edmond Dantes would have admired; the other a wealthy, long time New Orleans resident named Jay whose tastes mirror Andrew's. They prowl the streets of New Orleans together, searching for new prey. Will they find it? Will they ever be caught? You'll have to read this to find out! If the characters weren’t bad enough, Brite’s ‘style’ seals the deal on this dud. Some chapters are told in the first-person past-tense of Andrew, the rest are all third person omniscient in the present, which is relatively annoying (and lame). It’s also very lame that while Andrew is the only one from the UK, everyone else thinks in ‘proper’ english spelling.

Luke Ransom : AIDS-infected homosexual junkie, aspiring misanthrope, moron, pirate radio personality, author, and a grown man with infantile emotional development. As his on-air alter ego of Lush Rimbaud, Luke manages to put into summation everything I admittedly don’t like about gay culture during his rants, poor ‘victim’ of the epidemic that he is. We follow them separately for about sixty percent of the story (in a rather annoying POV switch) until inevitably their worlds collide, and lust and bloody carnage ensues. Almost everything was there to make this a really captivating story. Blood, guts, serious perversions, and even unrequited love. The descriptions of the cannibalism and necrophilia were long and drawn out, good nasty fun.But he worked on this novel for years - and we just didn't get it. One reader pointed out that some of the individual scenes were very cinematic, extremely powerful and moving, but they didn't come together to amount to much. As your accountant,” said the son-on-law, without losing his grip on the hand, “I would advise you to think before making a big donation.”