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A review by nikolinaza
Boy Parts by Eliza Clark
4.0
Irina, a festish photographer, was offered a chance to hold an exhibition in one of the prestigious galleries in London. The event alone could revive her name and career in the world of modern art, but the euphoria itself brought a new shake to her life in the form of her complicated relationship with her obsessed bestfriend and a cashier boy, and also her horrible, forgotten past.
I swear for all my life and my book collections that I have never ever and would never ever get involved with drugs other than those for health problems, but reading this book feels like I was there with Irina, taking turns on smoking weed, doing coke, drinking whatever the bartender could offer us. Irina spewed everything, every single little details of her life while I sat in silence, listening, and repeating, "mmmmOKAY WHAT THE FREAKINGFUCK IS GOING ON" in my head.
This book was hallucinating as hell.
Taking the first point of view of Irina herself, it feels like the author had created a haze that disconnect the characters and the real world around them, leaving only glimpses of light sometimes. Irina was trapped in her own head and mind, and so was I. I hated her, I hated the way she thinks, I hated nearly everything about her, but at the same time, I couldn't stop following her. Irina was extremely alluring, and I kind of get why people around her had a hard time to escape her and her manipulative tricks. She's the kind of unreliable narrator that I like. A walking red flag with no justification.
The story was a little bit boring especially in the beginning, but it flowed so smoothly and nicely that I couldn't keep my hands and mind out of the book. I thought I would be dead bored, but eventually, I ended up kind of loving this one.
I think I would like to read another book like this....
I swear for all my life and my book collections that I have never ever and would never ever get involved with drugs other than those for health problems, but reading this book feels like I was there with Irina, taking turns on smoking weed, doing coke, drinking whatever the bartender could offer us. Irina spewed everything, every single little details of her life while I sat in silence, listening, and repeating, "mmmmOKAY WHAT THE FREAKINGFUCK IS GOING ON" in my head.
This book was hallucinating as hell.
Taking the first point of view of Irina herself, it feels like the author had created a haze that disconnect the characters and the real world around them, leaving only glimpses of light sometimes. Irina was trapped in her own head and mind, and so was I. I hated her, I hated the way she thinks, I hated nearly everything about her, but at the same time, I couldn't stop following her. Irina was extremely alluring, and I kind of get why people around her had a hard time to escape her and her manipulative tricks. She's the kind of unreliable narrator that I like. A walking red flag with no justification.
The story was a little bit boring especially in the beginning, but it flowed so smoothly and nicely that I couldn't keep my hands and mind out of the book. I thought I would be dead bored, but eventually, I ended up kind of loving this one.
I think I would like to read another book like this....