He was called to Algeria in the same year. In he was found guilty of desertion and publishing forbidden material. After three months in jail he was transferred to a disciplinary centre. Back in Paris, he got involved in journalism, writing first for France Observateur , then for Nouvel Observateur. In , Guyotat published his second novel Ashby.
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Shelves: queer , own-it , fiction it took me a little while to get through it - always wondering where to stop to take breaks. I feel this, too, watching a John Waters movie or a really gross comedian.
This book has pretty much zero joy. There is lots of sex. So much so that it feels at times like you are being battered repeatedly by the sexual imagery, which comes repetitively, disgustingly, and, overall, sort of numbingly in almost every line of the text.
There is also no story to make you want to follow the grossness to some end. There is an arc, for sure, from the soldiers raping people in the streets near the beginning, through an exhaustingly long orgy in an all-male brothel, to a couple copulating over and over again where their caravan has stopped.
Sort of a worst-case scenario to best case scenario sort of movement, maybe? The characters are really just pornographic props, and fill that purpose just fine. Also, while I like the writing style, it is challenging to work through, which is good except that when the material is so nauseating, it is hard to also be beaten down by the endless words.
There was no way for me to remember what I had or had not read if I lost my place or put the book down for a moment. There are no sentences to speak of, and the words repeat themselves in a seemingly endless train. Also, who says "sexual cluster"? Is that some weird French thing?
Eden, Eden, Eden