Tuesday, 19 November 2019

You are what they eat...

 As unpleasant a book as you are ever likely to read, this book covers a wide variety of themes that includes, in no particular order, cannibalism, amputeeism, necrophilia, pedophillia and body dysmorphia.

A young photographer falls in with a very mixed bag of freaks, following the death of his wife, who are all headed out to South America to commune with a cannibal tribe and hopefully allow them to eat some of the party.

What follows is some of the sickest stuff you are ever likely to read.

This is a nasty, nasty book and definitely not one for the faint hearted, but I was very surprised it didn’t repulse me more. This is probably largely due to the fact that the author has a very basic style that is easy to read without going heavy (thankfully) into too much detail. The way he describes each increasingly more horrible scene is so matter-of-fact that at times, he might as well be describing the weather, but this is no bad thing for if this was better written and DID go into more detail, I’m not sure I would have been able to finish it.

Comparing this to Shaun Hupp’s Maniacs with knives, that book DID make me cringe and flinch because of the expert way he described each scene and brought it to life in your mind. 

This book doesn’t do that and often feels like substance over style.

That said, it’s not a bad book, and I DID enjoy reading it (if enjoy is really the right word) in the same kind of way that I enjoy an occasional McDonald’s, but there is no real style or skill in this author’s writing other than that he succeeded in making me want to carry on reading right up until the bitter end, despite the all too often distasteful subject matter. 

3\5 stars.

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