Quote: harleykwin said: Yes, and I am still working on being a golden brown...
Just picked up "Grotesque" by Natsuo Kirino. She wrote a really fucked up murder story called "Out" that they translated from Japanese and published over here about 2 years ago. She's considered one of Japan's premiere crime novelists and it's about frickin' time that they translated another one of her works. She delves into the darkness of individuals' hearts in a way that gives me goosebumps. Looking forward to reading this.
Didn't I recommend Out to you?
Great novel. I've got a stack of books that are keeping me from buying Grotesque, so I'll be interested in your opinion.
There are not enough worda to describe how much I hated Grotesque. Seriously, what an incredible let down, not only because the first 50 pages started off so interesting, but really because Kirino's first English translated novel was excellent. Out was such a great book, and this was awful on so many levels I don't even know where to start. All three of the main characters were such hateful, cold hearted creatures that you couldn't muster up any emotion for any of them beyond complete disdain - or worse, indifference. There was not one character in this book that I could care enough to be interested in what happened to her. And the main narrator does such a complete 180 in the last 5 pages of the book - I mean, something so bizarre and out of character from how she had been portrayed in the first 462 pages - that all I could think was: "WHAT. THE. FUCK." when I read it.
Unlike Out, which made one pause and consider the role of women in Japan, this book is a scathing indictment of that same society and the value of the women in it. It was hateful and boring and I cannot believe that the same author who wrote the intriguing Out wrote this plodding, mind numbing, depressing book.
Seriously, Joe, don't waste your time.
Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi
