Title: the literary equivalent of a snuff movie
Product review: while i truly loved american psycho and thought it a good and worthy book, i never thought i'd ever read anything quite so upsetting or graphic or gruesome again. how wrong i was. while bret easton ellis succeeded in making me feel periodically nauseous at the horrific deeds being commited in his book, poppy z. brite managed to make me feel unclean and deeply disgusted too. the characters in this book struck me as so ugly and depraved, so morally bankrupt, that i found it impossible to derive even the merest hint of guilty pleasure or reward from reading it. which i can only guess was the author's intention.
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