Talk about beastiality! So a guy with a sociology degree and nothing to do becomes interested with a hobo that is parked in his neighborhood and lives inside an old yellow chevy. After some pestering, he's finally able to warm up to the guy and they drink a ton of alcohol then become friends. Then he slits his throat. Yea that all happened in the first 15 or so pages. That was the best part... well okay its still gets better. Still intrigued with the hobo, he gets into the car only to find four snakes slithering around. After some warming up the snakes become his compadres and lovers. They start terrorizing towns killing crowds of people at random. About 100 pages later... while I'm sitting at my volunteering gig at the library trying to finish up this book... it starts to get erotically uncomfortable when the snakes with their handler do 'magic powder', have orgies one by one with him, then all together slithering up and down and around his phallus until his 'semen drips', but its not just him, the snakes want more too. They also eat up the bits of his first lover snake cooked in marijuana.

What the fvck. Yea the talking snakes and the murders was surprising and comical.. but shit. ... ... 3 snakes and a man sex... then cannibalism.. awkward! Yea the title is literal.

Here we aren't, so quickly

After trudging through the last book, I appreciate how these quick, perverse, drug induced stories entertained. So in quite a few the main guy liked to "knuckle" twat including one of a thick stripper, as well as his comatose sister that he soon after pulls the plug on. In others, the protagonist is drugged up and makes a visit with a suburban mother that is convinced he has it all together with his degree and fronted job helping children. Then there's the kid that observes from a far his fat friend get constantly bullied and tortured bloody by nail clippers and sewing scissors from other kids in summer camp, then they all witness his downing of a big plastic jug and jump to his death from a canoe into the river. Simply twisted, dark, refreshing and smart.



Something that is also worth picking up is this weeks issue of the New Yorker that features 20 writers under 40... about 8 of them have stories in this issue, one being Jonathan Safran Foer's story, Here We Aren't So Quickly. It's something I didn't expect from him..really in his other books he just sounds like a stinkin' nice guy, but I like how this story showed his edge. Too bad I tore the thing out to give to my coworker and it got folded up and lost forever in a drunkin' state of getting kicked out of the Mumlers show at Blank Club for being too intoxicated... I guess that's something else. But.. I think this resonated with me due to my sudden interest in detrimental relationships, which sound like they can be perfect (trips, marriage, stable job, children), then they end in an entrapment of loneliness. Yea this is just that.. so f'in great.

I feel like I'm wasting my summer away. Working more, but not having enough money to buy toothpaste and contact fluid. I wanted to read more, but only managed to finish this mediocre 500 page booger of a book. My torso is swollen from all the meat and liquor that I've been consuming over the past 3 weeks. I have about 2 more months of summer and I absolutely cannot let it wither away into a tiny blip of a stupid blog post or page in my notebook. fuck!



It takes place in Barcelona during the Spanish Civil war. Daniel, the son of a bookseller is introduced to this sanctuary of "Forgotten Books", and stumbles upon "The Shadow of the Wind" by an author Julian Carax. He's very keen of the book and wants to find more writings by the author, but finds that there are none because they have been bought up and burned mysteriously by a character that obviously does not want them to exist. The more he digs into the situation, the more he finds that not only is someone purposely trying to rid his only copy, but those that are involved in someway or another with the author and his books are being killed off as well.
I do believe that a writer should be able to get to the point in 200 pages or less. This also lives up to the rep that 'bestsellers' carry... frivolous banter; contrived twists and turns; enough characters that causes one to lose track and ask, why does this matter? Yes, this was one of those books. The beginning and ending was fantastic...but midway it just had to have the blips of pubescent eroticism, betrayal, murders, and lies that are read much as prime time entertainment, rather than being literary stimulating. Okay I did really like that "The Shadow of the Wind" was really a book about the devil, and the imagery of Daniel (?) walking into the abandoned room filled to the brim of crucifixes.

Last time I listen to a customer in Campbell.