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Summary: Cerval faeces in extremis
Review: There is nothing worse than looking forward to reading a book as much as I was this one, only to find out within the first two pages what a heartbreaking piece of utter drivel it actually is. Like it says on the blurb, this book is not a single story, but an entire collection of fictions, including two novellas, spanning the authors ten year writing career. The first novella 'Raisim' is an incoherent pseudo-psychic biography of Gilles De Rais. Conveniently disguised as an anti-novel, it purports to offer us a glimpse into the insane mechanations of De Rais mind. Now I really wished for the descriptions to be shocking and repulsive, in order to suit the subject matter they needed to be, however the abstract collation of words that followed just made me laugh, absolutely pathetic! The writing was so inane it didn't (and could never) even work on a poetic level, it completely lacked any sense of physicality, no balls whatsoever. This pretty much set the scene (and the style)for the works that followed, particularily the graphic sequences which were nothing short of amateurish. The novella 'White Skull' was its one and only redeeming feature, and even this wasn't great. In all honesty this is probably the sort of book that may appeal to those teenagers of a gothic disposition (especially the pretentious ones) who in their endless quest for an attitude seem to gravitate towards this kind of rubbish, so, let even them be warned. Sadly this is one of the few books that I have actually thrown in the bin, and having done so felt a pang of guilt, the tree (or trees) that provided the paper for this book deserved a lot better. Being a Catholic was never this depressing.
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