Short reviews of my May reads.
Even before finishing ZOMBIE, I already wanted to share a selection of my May reads with you. Because, in general, May has given me some incredible books. And I thought it would be a good idea to share them this way.
The flowers of evil, by Charles Baudelaire. 5/5
This was both a new reading and a rereading, since I had already read Baudelaire in high school. However, this second time I came across much.
And it saddens me greatly that students can't delve into the true power of this collection of poems because of the great fondness all the teachers seem to have for the mediocre L'albatros (good, but bad compared to the rest). The truly raw nature of The Flowers of Evil begins a little later, when you start to see, more and more, the hell that is Baudelaire inside. His inferiority-superiority complex. His pettiness. His absolute obsession with women whom he refuses to understand. His inability (and lack of drive) to evolve without blaming others.
Baudelaire was quite horrendous. But, at the same time, you come to feel sorry for him. And all of this is poured into this work, about which I agree with almost all the reviews I've heard so far. A classic for good reason: IT'S REAL IN THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE WAY POSSIBLE.
Frisk and The sluts, by Dennis Cooper. 4/5
Thanks to an Instagram post, I discovered Dennis Cooper! He's a worthy successor to the Marquis de Sade, but much shorter and, at times, even a bit harsher (perhaps because Sade used so much dark humor in his critiques/writings). If "The Sluts" is a prime example of how people hide behind online profiles to do or say the worst things that come to mind, "Frisk" is a direct dive into the mind of a person with such profound existential emptiness and loneliness that it ends in a pit of unimaginable violence (Dennis is one of those unforgettable characters, which is also somewhat what he's aiming for). And always, always, everything is tinged with that ambiguity I love so much; so skillfully employed that it makes you mull things over and want to reread and discuss them long after you've finished reading them.
I loved both of them. And I'm eager to read more by this author.
PS: These books are VERY DISTURBING AND GRAPHIC (just like Zombie, but… I haven't looked at a man's ass the same way since, haha). And I wouldn't recommend them to anyone who hasn't read other extreme books beforehand (like Sade's, which I mention directly).
Run away with me, Girl, by Battan. 4/5
This manga was very popular in its time (I don't know if it still is), but until a recent review I read, I'VE NEVER BEEN SOLD IT AS IT REALLY IS. Forget the vibrant covers and the synopsis. RUN AWAY WITH ME, GIRL goes far beyond a simple "will they be together or not?" It masterfully explores abusive and opportunistic relationships, and the worst aspects of each character stemming from various social and individual factors (Midori is an incredible character because, even at the end, she's both a victim and a perpetrator, and the manga portrays her as such. There are no embellishments beyond the biased perspective of the other protagonist, who acknowledges her weakness in her presence).
A very mature manga that, if it hasn't earned five stars, is perhaps because I didn't love it as much after the first volume (although its development made perfect sense), but that doesn't diminish its quality, and certainly not how surprising it was for me.
Tender is the flesh, by Agustina Bazterrica. 1/5
If I was afraid to read it, it was for a reason. And that is, despite its brevity, TENDER IS THE FLESH was an absolute DISAPPOINTMENT. I abandoned it after 41 pages. An interesting idea, again, ruined by what seems to be laziness. The brutality everyone talks about never appears; the author never directly shows us the horror. And she displays an aseptic prose that she not only doesn't know how to use (which is understandable, because it's difficult, but…), but also doesn't suit the reading experience, because she constantly beats around the bush and focuses more on the boring protagonist than on the reality he lives in and that affects him (which, if so little has happened as claimed, is far from normal. In fact, everything is very strange (in a bad way). I'm starting to hate this current trend of wanting to write about harsh things but only skimming the surface, without getting to the bottom of it…).
A rip-off. Plain and simple.
PD: Para aclarar, respecto a la brutalidad de TENDER IS THE FLESH : Desde las primeras páginas, se nos introduce en el mundo y el trabajo en el matadero del protagonista y otros carniceros, lo que brinda amplia oportunidad para ver cómo la Transición ha afectado a las personas y al mundo. Sin embargo, como dije, el autor no es lo suficientemente "valiente" como para profundizar en ello y hacerlo genuinamente crudo y aterrador (que es lo que vende el libro y tantas otras reseñas). I also don't feel that it was a reading in which you could be subjective.
Zombie, by Joyce Carol Oates. 5/5 👑
After the bad taste left in my mouth by TENDER IS THE FLESH, and wanting to read more books in the same vein, I finally got around to reading ZOMBIE by Joyce Carol Oates (of whom I had only read one short story and one novel until now). And not only is it an incredible book, but it has been crowned the king of May (for me). ZOMBIE is very disturbing and realistic (every time I started reading it, I remembered my days studying psychology in high school). Because the author nails everything. And Quentin is much scarier than Jeffrey Dahmer (on whom the character is based, and if you know his story, it's obvious).
I found it much harder to read than it seems because, even though you know how it's going to end, Quentin never stops scaring you with his perversion. And it always escalates to a higher level, and the next, and the next (and, at the same time, you see how everyone ignores his condition for their own convenience. There's a strong critique of the system, but also of the families who refuse to see reality. Although it's very understandable…).
PS: And regarding Zombie, I should add that the book isn't just dark because of everything mentioned, but because Quentin's own mental deterioration is caused by Quentin himself, who is not a good person at all (and he deliberately stops taking his pills—I realized this throughout the book—to carry out his increasingly terrifying fantasies and acts of violence—which reminded me more of John Wayne Gacy than Dahmer, I have to say, but oh well, it's all the same). That's one of the most shocking things, because you can't excuse the character's delusion. He's one of the main perpetrators. And I found it magnificent on Joyce Carol Oates' part (as always, I'm surprised by its low rating on Goodreads…).
May's over. We'll see what June brings, I suppose.