Before I begin my review, I would like to quickly share some information to those with closed minds with possibly limited understanding of the literal or alternative definitions of words in the English language.
Try to open your mind just a wee bit and understand that there are words in which we have given a specific value or definition. For example, Skinny versus scrawny; although they have similar meanings, we as a society see skinny as beautiful and acceptable, whereas scrawny is sickening skinny and ugly.
Every word has alternative, literal definitions. Keep in mind that regardless of whether you place a positive or negative note and feeling to the word, it is simply just that; a word choice. Get over it.
Ok! .. I shall rant and rave and begin… My apologies for the unorganized review … But I just want to get the damned thing over with.
SIDENOTE: Please, please, please, please! … Read this review in its entirety before assuming that this is just another book with mild forms of entertainment of perversion .. this is not a simple “they are raping her in the next room” book .. this is an erotic novel with constant descriptions of murder, homosexuality, child molestation, incest, coprophilia, coprophagia, urolagnia, sodomy, necrophilia and rape. If you don’t understand the warning above, grab a dictionary.
Hogg is by far the most incredible, the most amazing, the most erotically perverted and disgustingly abhorrent book I have *ever* read … and by *ever* .. I mean that in its most literal sense.
The first line of this book:
When I was eleven, I used to suck off a kid named Pedro behind the bottom landing of the stairs that went to the basement.
This book is written in first person by an eleven year old boy.
I have made a tremendous amount of notes that I had every intention of including in this review; then I realized … there is no way in HELL I could ever include those notes. Although they are extremely pertinent and important to parts of the story, they are downright graphic and puke worthy.
Unfortunately, below is one of the mildest of the notes I have prepared for you. A woman, who was being raped by a gang of hired serial rapists, fought back and managed to cut the man who has a fetish with knives.
He smiled. “You cut me, lady…” He licked his bloody palm. “You cut me, lady, and I’m going to cut you now.” His other hand brought the knife out of his pocket. “I’m going to cut a hole in your belly and f*** it, lady. I’m going to cut your leg up like a Virginia ham and fry the slices for lunch. I’m gonna hack out a piece of your gut, poke out the shit, and wear it for a ring…”
Hogg is a disgusting man who falls in love with the eleven year old boy who is telling the story. Here is his rambling logic about how it is acceptable for him to screw an eleven year old boy, rape women for money and his attempt to have others see that all of the socially unacceptable (talk about using a mild phrase for something so ungodly) is really “OK” and that “IT IS WHAT IT IS” and that we “ALL WANT IT BUT WON’T SEE IT’S OK” …
“You know what I think, Ray-?” That was Hogg again. Him and the bartender were ambling around the crowding bikers. “I think I ain’t never met a normal, I mean normal, man who wasn’t crazy! Loon crazy, takem ‘em off and put ‘em away crazy, which is what they would do if there wasn’t so many of them. Every normal man-I mean sexually normal, now-man I ever met figures the whole thing runs between two points: What he wants, and what he thinks should be. Every thought in his head is directed to fixing a rule-straight line between them, and he calls that line What Is.” ….
“I mean it, now: I think about things like that. And thinkin’ about it, I think I got it figured out. That’s what a normal man thinks is reality. On the other hand, every faggot or panty-sucker, or whip jockey, or SM freak, or baby-fu*ker, or even a motherfuc*er like me, we know-“ and his hands came down like he was pushing something away: “We know, man, that there is what we want, there is what should be, and there is what is: and don’t none of them got anything to do with each other unless-“…”unless we make it,” Hogg went on…
I am going to exclude my personal (Have I really managed that?) views and judgments (of the depravity in which you will undoubtedly read …) from this review and leave you with this:
There is absolutely nothing simple about this book. It is in length and by far the most outstanding (don’t assume the positive twist of meaning…) book I have ever read. If you are interested in reading a book that quite frankly will be incredibly memorable, a book of perversions brought to life .. this book is for you.
With that said:
( I have never said this …)
I do not recommend this book to anyone with a weak stomach, to anyone who would not wish to become enraged with remorse, to anyone who refuses to see that there are certain aspects in our world that we turn a blind eye to, and to anyone who does not wish to live alongside a worthless (get over my word choice .. it’s quite appropriate I assure you) eleven-year-old boy who is passed around a world that is filled with toes drowning in jam, asses oozing with slime beckoning attention.
I wish I had never read this book…
But it’s one hell of an eye opener.
I do not hope for happy reading… My last bit of advice:
If you so choose to experience Hogg, keep a trash can nearby for those paragraphs that will quite possibly make you puke.