The stuff of nightmares

[guest]

It’s a relentlessly nasty book filled with detailed descriptions of some pretty raunchy sex acts involving the consumption of bodily fluids and waste, characters who get off on calling each other racial slurs, and scenes of incest, bestiality, underage sex, promiscuity, polyamory, and more.

It gets better:

That said, it gets tedious. Don’t just take my word for it; read the other reviewers. There’s even more piss-drinking, snot-eating and shit-eating than in Delany’s notoriously raunchy pornographic novel The Mad Man, which is saying a lot. But whereas in that book the activity veered toward the excessive, and playfully stretched the boundaries of the reader’s tolerance, this one just goes over the line. It’s too much, and it begins to obscure what is really a wonderful story that builds and builds in the second half of the novel. I found myself starting to skip and skim the sexual passages to get back to the narrative of the characters’ lives.

What a sick fuck this guy is!

A demon in human form.

 

[Ladynyahh]

I wish I never saw this picture of Delany.

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You know what, fuck Bill too. He knows the kind of smut that Delany has written and continues to work for him. He's complicit as far as I'm concerned

 

[Jims_Maroon_Pants]

He gets off on exposing everyone else to his physical repulsiveness. Zero percent kidding about that.

He has sections in Hogg about having the underage kid rim an old man’s unwiped ass.

This is his fetish.

Almost as if homos are sexual deviants. It's perhaps 40 years of constant propaganda that they are normal people has worked, and when the truth is exposed the shock is magnified.

 

[JoeBrotheChildSpitGuzzler]

It’s a relentlessly nasty book filled with detailed descriptions of some pretty raunchy sex acts involving the consumption of bodily fluids and waste, characters who get off on calling each other racial slurs, and scenes of incest, bestiality, underage sex, promiscuity, polyamory, and more.

It gets better:

That said, it gets tedious. Don’t just take my word for it; read the other reviewers. There’s even more piss-drinking, snot-eating and shit-eating than in Delany’s notoriously raunchy pornographic novel The Mad Man, which is saying a lot. But whereas in that book the activity veered toward the excessive, and playfully stretched the boundaries of the reader’s tolerance, this one just goes over the line. It’s too much, and it begins to obscure what is really a wonderful story that builds and builds in the second half of the novel. I found myself starting to skip and skim the sexual passages to get back to the narrative of the characters’ lives.

What a sick fuck this guy is!

I hope he gets his nigger head chopped off by a shovel

 

[lil chud]

You know what, fuck Bill too. He knows the kind of smut that Delany has written and continues to work for him. He's complicit as far as I'm concerned

You don't mean that, go cool off.

 

[TheGhostOfAbeVigoda]

You know what, fuck Bill too. He knows the kind of smut that Delany has written and continues to work for him. He's complicit as far as I'm concerned

I think Delaney and Bill's relationship is more fucked up than we realize. I'd bet that "Uncle Sam" has been in Bill's life since he was a kid. Hence the dead, soulless gaze.

 

[guest]

I think Delaney and Bill's relationship is more fucked up than we realize. I'd bet that "Uncle Sam" has been in Bill's life since he was a kid. Hence the dead, soulless gaze.

Bill sold his soul for literary fame, but didn't read the Luciferian small print. His deal resulted in an eternity of slavery to this satanic degenerate, and his reward is that he'll become famous when his diaries are published posthumously. A tortured genius not to be recognised in his own lifetime.