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2 of 5 Not-So-Sick Stars – Sicker Bastards by Matt Shaw.

This book tries really hard to be sick and twisted. And it fails miserably. I’ve read sick and twisted, and this is not it, not by a long shot. But the author does try very hard. He’s just not good at it.

The story begins with the “family” eating human flesh. As the son feasts on said flesh, he can’t help but wonder what it would taste like, being eaten out of his sister’s vagina. See? He’s trying really hard, this Matt Shaw. The son even acts out that fantasy with his sister, a few pages later. And yes, if that was in fact his sister, that would be a bit twisted, I admit. But *spoiler alert* she’s not his sister.

This “family” has apparently been assembled as part of a government experiment, or something. They all woke up in that house, not knowing who they were. They also woke up extremely horny. Supposedly, because of the drug cocktail that the government used to dose this family’s drinking water. So there’s incestuous fucking going on all bloody day. Good times. But again, it’s not really incestuous.

The book cuts back and forth, between current time, and the before time. Before the son got in this situation. Back when he was living in his mom’s basement. I saw many opportunities for the author to make it clear that this so-called “family” the son is currently involved with is in fact, his real family.

That would have been cool. I mean the only reason he’s really fucking his fake sister and mother is that he knows they are fake. He’s been to the military base. He knows the truth. So, if his memories finally did come flooding back, and he slowly realizes that he’s humping his dead real-mom’s corpse… That would have been some good story telling right there. But noooooooooo.

So the problem with this book is really the fact that I’m writing a better story in my head while reading this pile of shit. That’s not my job, goddamnit. It’s the author’s fucking job. So get it right next time, you stupid cunt.

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2 of 5 Flaming Stars – The Marbled Swarm by Dennis Cooper.

This book is just a long literary excuse to write about pedophilia, necrophilia, incest, and cannibalism. There is no real story in this book.

It’s just one rich-ass nancy-boy of a narrator’s account of the comings and goings of various relatives, groundskeepers, housekeepers, and whoever else may have passed by this strange château. And this house of torture just happens to have secret passages in the walls, where perverts can hang out and jack off. Like you do.

Then, there’s the constant murmurings of incest, rape, and torture that usually ends in the corpse being banged some more, then eaten in some lavish banquet. You know, typical rich people stuff. I’m sure Bill Gates does shit like this all the time.

Oh, and did I mention that for some reason everyone is gay? Oh yea. Not like flaming gay. Well, except the narrator. He’s a flaming faggot if I ever heard of one. I mean his narrative is written like it’s the 1700’s or something. Like he’s just such a fancy faggot that he has to talk like some goddamn slave owner. And then in the next sentence he’s sending a text to someone, going on about the cute little slave boy he’s just purchased.

Now, I’m not gay bashing at all, mind you. Go ahead, be a faggot. Everyone loves a cocksucker. I know, I do. But I’m just saying, how does being such a goddamn faggot add to this story? It doesn’t. Probably because there is no goddamn story.

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