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cmcrockford's review against another edition
challenging
funny
medium-paced
4.5
A filthy, modern, Pennsylvania De Profundis. It fucks, frankly, even if some of it is lost on me as cishet scum.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Toxic relationship and Sexual content
giannidamaia's review
adventurous
fast-paced
2.0
The horniest book ever written? Certainly that can’t be an exaggeration considering I can’t even type examples for fear that the few friends I have that may read this review would be scarred at the quotes. The epistolary presentation offers some interesting perspective, but beyond flowery descriptions of sexual acts, what’s really being said? It’s clear that there is a good poet crafting the story, I just don’t know if it has value beyond being a titillating showcase of homoeroticism.
Okay, fine, a few of the more tame examples, but still you’ve been warned:
“Hello, my husband of the grocery aisle where there’s clams stuffs a haunch, beef, a forearm down my throat to tickle the womb”
“Turner expects to taste his own ass, and why not?”
“I cradled, pumped and pushed and then he sprouted like a broken water main.”
I’m no prude, but this book made me reconsider that declaration.
Okay, fine, a few of the more tame examples, but still you’ve been warned:
“Hello, my husband of the grocery aisle where there’s clams stuffs a haunch, beef, a forearm down my throat to tickle the womb”
“Turner expects to taste his own ass, and why not?”
“I cradled, pumped and pushed and then he sprouted like a broken water main.”
I’m no prude, but this book made me reconsider that declaration.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Sexual content
hansanitizer's review
3.25
I’m sure I didn’t get it but some of it was puzzling enough to pull out the dictionary, so very interested in its own lexicon.
tbrnichols's review
challenging
lighthearted
slow-paced
2.25
I was hoping these letters would be more often poetic and less often poems. The closer they were to prose the more I liked them. It's not clear to me how much they are supposed to cohere but it felt to me a bit directionless. Probably I should just not read poetry.
spacecadebt's review
5.0
Smutty, epistolary, and, dare I say… tender, almost, in a way? Lewd, yet definitely not indelicate. I do consider this a queer contemporary work of art.
If Jack Spicer, Richard Siken, and Frank O’Hara had a baby, it would be this book. Except, you know, much more vulgar.
If Jack Spicer, Richard Siken, and Frank O’Hara had a baby, it would be this book. Except, you know, much more vulgar.
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