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8 of 8 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
To Kill A Mocking -- Bird, July 5, 2006
I read this book in one evening while listening to Bananarama's "Robert DeNiro's Calling" on autorepeat. A walk in a park really can become a bad dream when you are reading "Terror Groupies" with only one hand! Oh my god! This is the average girl's revenge on male rape culture and it is a total trope slope that makes designers like Fred Perry or Perry Ellis seem like finger painting lesbian prison guards. I cannot wait to see this turned into a screen play. Rober DeNiro would not be able to talk Italian after reading this book. Nay. He would barely be able to speak Ebonics.
"Trauma Response Program" will spike the pubes of any multimedia literate pre-pensioner. Radio babies will recognize the hyperlinks to BLAM! but stoners, Maoists and Zionists will not. Nevertheless, this chapter/vignette paints a poignant prophecy for enemies of humanity as well as pseudo-downtrodden academics and performance artists. Supervert carries you into Uma Thurman's underwear and gives you a whif, and then, as you sit up aroused in your bath tub, all you want to do is spank your Spike Lee and listen to Timmy and the Lords of the Underworld. Triumph! A total page turner!
"They didn't want the nuances, the details, the subtleties. They didn't want to know, they wanted to condemn--and since I knew this, since I was well aware of it, I was doing their dirty work for them. I had locked myself into that most solitary of confinements. I was punishing myself by keeping quiet."
Well, if that doesn't reak of Tanya 2.0 prophecy, I don't know what does! After I read this passage, I was suddenly spiked. And I turned to Tim Sanders' _Love is the Killer App_, hoping for a subliminal concordance. But I was deflated.
Supervert crafts a jetsetter ambience that makes the average Georgette or Rita Ackerman fan wet with anticipation. There are crypt death scenes that would make the Trenchies blush or fake bandage chicks recoil with self-loathing and bloody clots. Me, I soiled multiple garments while enjoying the "PostMortem" scene. This book shows SIGNS of life at every turn (of the page). Supervert says, LIFERS, come on down from your heights...make a choice...show some signs of life (while enjoying scenes of death).
And speaking of ebonics, I must say that I had a come down, while I put my heart in the place of Super's protagonist who reminded me of both Morissey and Genesis P-Orridge dancing to contemporary Marc Almond and vintage Loverboy. There is nothing better than a sex-drenched aggression scene...especially when you can find ironic modern day analogues in the newspaper when you google: rape + Iraq. Death. Desire. Deviance. That's the theme. Don't wear it out. Wear it in.
You want a piece of my heart, you better start from the start. You wanna be in the show? Come on baby, let's go...read Necrophilia Variations!
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Surprised, March 31, 2008
I was surprised by how well written this was...I can't quite explain why. I really enjoyed it. If you can get past the "taboo" subject matter (and I really hope you can) you'll find a well written, hilarious and sometimes even touching book here. Love love love.
I almost feel bad for having submitted such a badly written review. Oh well.
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4 of 38 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
mmm..., April 26, 2006
i'm all about being yourself and who you are and having a free and conscious mind...but seriously...if you're not buying or reading this book for research, please quit your life, and save us all the endless nights awake thinking about sick freaks like this who are out there in the world. yes, people die every day. yes, people kill each other. yes, women and men are raped, robbed, stabbed, knuckled down, whatever, every day. but do i really need to watch a movie, or in this case, read a book about it to understand how incredibly flacid your life must be to entertain such trash. please, as aforementioned, quit your life.
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