A review by clari
The Pink and the Blue by I. Merey


This book is so gorgeous; I want to touch it, lick it, hold it close to me forever. It's like David Lynch at his most. Snippets of a life, that we can only gaze at but never understand. A photograph torn up with its centre seared out. This book challenges us to admit the existence of our inner voyeur and refuses to make any moral judgements. It mixes together Arthur Rimbaud, France, Japan, an as yet unpublished novel and shows us the fleshy, broken people that emerge. It is real and raw and sensual, it is a dreamscape, it is beautiful.