Ok!…Let’s see. Where shall I begin?
I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless jumps of soft slippery matter….
Does… Holy shit! work?
A fellow reviewer on goodreads posted a review of this short story. I read a ton of reviews, and although many are quite intriguing, I do not find myself drawn or beckoned to read them.
This story is many things. Suffocating misery. Delicious torture. Frustrating envy of monkey sized penis lust.
His monkey-like face was crumbled up in an expression of beatific delight and sadness, all at the same time.
Creation. Immortality seeking death. Holier than thou god complex with a brilliant twist of extreme perversion.
Hot, cold, hail, lava, boils or locusts-it never mattered: the machine masturbated and we had to take it or die.
I thought of it as a him, in the masculine … the paternal … the patriarchal … for he is a jealous people. Him. It. God as a Daddy of Deranged.
Five creators of a machine that (or would it be proper to say who as the machine is now a who? Hmm…) has destroyed the human race, snatching those five and keeping them for his own little sadistic pleasure. I have read a lot of twisted shit…
Wandering desolate lands with inserted thoughts of hope and food, those five left to survive a profound degradation that lasts over one hundred years. One hundred years of hiking towards food you believe is awaiting your arrival, only to find putrified feces or canned of foods without a can opener. Which would you find worse?
This book is positively phenomenal. Their suffering was arousing and incredible in every essence of the word.
My mind was a roiling tinkling chittering softness of brain parts that expanded and contracted in quivering frenzy.
I recommend this book to … I suppose replacing “Santa won’t visit bad children” with this book and saying… “This is what happens if you don’t clean your room” would work? HA!
I recommend this book to … *thinks* … I recommend this book to those who feel as if their life is falling apart, to those who believe that it could never get any worse… To those who boo fkn hoo all the damned time and invite others into a pity party of pathetic wowness.
I recommend this book to those with a brain who are willing to explore a world of pain, suffering and ironic creation, control and passion.
Extremely descriptive violence, torture and many other beautiful things that I would give my right leg to avoid …
Line of the book:
There was an eternity beat of soundless anticipation.