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Blow Job

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This book is about a lot of gang fights with blood and a lot of good f***ing between men and women, men and men and so on... The whole story is based on different street politic movenents that struggle for power. The movements themselves are very absurd, like ultimate feminist organization lead by a man. :) There are a lot of ironic and funny moments, but as a whole from a moment on the plot seems to get boring for me. However occasional good moments are present to the very end, like one very crazy lunatic LSD trip being described. If you like very vulgar language and brutal stories, not brigning some directly serious message - this one's for you. There some politic stuff there too.

Stewart Home, [name censored] (Serpent's Tail, 1997)

I hate to give a bad review to anything by Stewart Home, normally one of my favorite writers, but [name censored] is a bit much even for me. Where there was a feeling of controlled mania to such brilliantly over-the-top novels as Slow Death and Come Before Christ and Murder Love, this one keeps the mania and leaves the uncontrolled.

If you actually make it through the first chapter, you will learn that a fascist rally has been bombed by the fascists themselves, in order to discredit the left. Blame quickly falls on Nick Carter, erstwhile head of the anarchist faction Class Justice, who finds himself dodging both the cops and the fascists. His only choice is to come out of retirement and retake the Class Justice throne, but the present head of the movement, Steve Drummond, isn't too happy with the idea. If you manage to dig a bit further, you'll find that the fascists have ulterior motives for driving Carter back into the limelight, the Industrial League are somehow involved, and that in Home's London, there are far more fringe political parties than one can shake a stick at.

This is ultimately the book's biggest problem; Home doesn't focus on any one party long enough for you to get a feel for them, and so many of them are so similar that even the most astute reader is likely to end up hopelessly confused by page thirty.

There are, at the very least, the seeds of a barmy seventies Italian [censored] comedy here, and with a little more control and a cast of political factions smaller than that in Silent Coup, I have no doubt Home would have been able to pull it off. Unfortunately, however, this needed a couple more revisions before going to press. (zero)