by Ana Barrado, Phoebe Gloeckner, V. Vale, Andrea Juno, J.G. Ballard, William S. Burroughs
This book proves once again (as if I needed any further proof this far into our tiresomely exhibitionist century) that other people's sexual fetishes* make for extraordinarily dull reading, even when they are gussied up with exquisitely beautiful prose and oodles of (once upon a time) celebrity name...
Impossible to rate or even classify this weird and disturbing book from the late '60s (it's not a novel, it's not a collection of mini-novels, it's not even a psychological treatise, though it has aspects of all three). It explores the links between death/danger and sexuality (his own wife had died ...
Drugs were quite popular in the early 70s.
Only a few pages in. Flashes of brilliance. He was a smart guy, this Ballard.This is proving a challenging and thought-provoking read.A couple of sentences I love:- "They hung on the enamelled walls like the codes of insoluble dreams, the keys to a nightmare in which she had begun to play a more wil...
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