Post by mojojojoe on Feb 24, 2008 12:55:40 GMT
Time for a book review! I figured that instead of rambling on about it in the meetings I might as well type it up here instead and save on air.
So, I finally got my hands on a copy of Stewart Home's Cunt, the book that I've been wanting to read for the past year. Just in case you've forgotten, Stewart Home is the writer who's going to come ad chat to us about the ways of writing and all related matter.
Anyway, the book is based on the adventures of David Kelso, a writer with a lack of imagination who is completing the final installment of a trilogy where he sleeps with the first thousand women he's slept with, but in reverse. Basically Cunt focuses on the last ten women in this story, and all the women in between.
In a nut shell, the book is about him traveling all over Britain and Europe, having sex with almost every woman/girl/occasionally man he sees. It's written in a Bukowski style of journal writing, where everything seems quick and inconsequential. But, in between his globe trotting and sexing, he makes constant references to the history of the town he's in and literary greats long dead. It's a bizarre book filled with so many different things that it just runs flat with mediocrity. The sex doesn't get boring though. There's plenty of variation to keep the average dirty teenage boy occupied (there's a scene with three girls on a train to Lowestow that I'm particularly fond of).
I'm not sure what I should rate it as. It seems to be written purposefully for the shock factor. And if you're the more general reader then you'll definitely be shocked by some of the things in it. It's just so... strange.
5/10
So, I finally got my hands on a copy of Stewart Home's Cunt, the book that I've been wanting to read for the past year. Just in case you've forgotten, Stewart Home is the writer who's going to come ad chat to us about the ways of writing and all related matter.
Anyway, the book is based on the adventures of David Kelso, a writer with a lack of imagination who is completing the final installment of a trilogy where he sleeps with the first thousand women he's slept with, but in reverse. Basically Cunt focuses on the last ten women in this story, and all the women in between.
In a nut shell, the book is about him traveling all over Britain and Europe, having sex with almost every woman/girl/occasionally man he sees. It's written in a Bukowski style of journal writing, where everything seems quick and inconsequential. But, in between his globe trotting and sexing, he makes constant references to the history of the town he's in and literary greats long dead. It's a bizarre book filled with so many different things that it just runs flat with mediocrity. The sex doesn't get boring though. There's plenty of variation to keep the average dirty teenage boy occupied (there's a scene with three girls on a train to Lowestow that I'm particularly fond of).
I'm not sure what I should rate it as. It seems to be written purposefully for the shock factor. And if you're the more general reader then you'll definitely be shocked by some of the things in it. It's just so... strange.
5/10