A review by hangsawoman
Boy Parts by Eliza Clark

5.0

the best thing i’ve read this year since Tampa, easily - and Tampa is a book which shares some DNA with this. it’s a heady mix of extremities - Peeping Tom, American Psycho, Ryu Murakami’s Piercing - twisted into a new context - the british art scene, with all of its vapid, cocaine-snorting sickness. Irina is a deliciously horrible monster, and Clark’s skill means that she is always, always an absolute joy to read about, even as her world fractures with increasing violence. she’s a fetish artist who the exploits men she photographs. she’s a connoisseur of extreme cinema, watching august underground for an afternoon calm-down. i’ve met people only roughly two-degrees removed from her in my brief experiences in british creative industries.

anyway, this is a long and slightly ridiculous way of saying that this book is brilliant and i very much think you should read it.