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Blood of Mugwump: A Tiresian Tale of Incest (Exeter Medieval English Texts and)
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The blood of the Mugwump clan of Catholic, gender-shifting vampires has become infected by decadent words and confused memories. (Not to mention the grey and muddy bodies that have washed ashore and that the Mugwumps have eaten.) Quirky flesh and cryptic desires created by a mysterious looking-glass (that refuses to reflect reality) have driven the Mugwumps beyond the thunderdome into their own house of incest. Now, trapped inside a kinetic body that is always changing from male to female, Doug Rice (the youngest Mugwump) sets out to discover himself in his sister's body. All the while, the familial matriarch - Grandma Mugwump (a woman who once-upon-a-time really was a man) - feeds on the flesh of young Doug. Once through the looking-glass, Doug realizes that Caddie (a polysexual Faulknerian nightmare of a sister) is more terrifying and holy than your average saint. A frenzied sexual virus, genetically conveyed, mutates and possesses the meat of Doug's and Caddie's bodies forcing them to love each other in unspeakable, yet classical, ways. Rice's parasitical language is akin to the acts of those naked 18th-century pirates of desire. None of this autobiographical fragment is in Rice's original words. In Blood of Mugwump Rice cannibalizes the likes of Joyce, Faulkner, Burroughs, Eliot, and a whole host of dead angelic others.
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In the tradition of Kathy Acker and other postmodernists, this book takes to greater experimental depths what writers such as Helene Cixous and Luce Iragiray unearthed when they broke ground. Gender identity, "writing with invisible ink," subconscious storytelling, all these and more Rice recruits as the officers of his non-story. Those familiar with the writing of James Havoc may be better prepared for the relentlessly transgressive subject matter, but the book's narrative will not be as easy to crack. This is meant to be a riddle. What kind of riddle, I can only guess, though don't let that dissuade you from trying to solve it.
At turns tactile and groping, deaf, loud, bright, and dark, "Blood of Mugwump" becomes the book equivalent of a sensory deprivation tank. Just as with Faulkner, you cannot read this quickly. It will challenge you, it will disturb you and it will frustrate you, but if you give this Chinese finger trap a little slack you'll find in "Blood of Mugwump" a uniquely gratifying experience you're unlikely to find elsewhere. (less)
Rice tries to be shocking, instead he's just stupidly vulgar. He tries to be brutal, but only manages to be clumsy and self-aware. He tries to be intellectual, instead he's entirely incoherent. I guess that's really the problem with this book; it tries to be something when, in reality, it's a big fat nothing.
Perfect reading for all those goths who want to impress their ersatz vampire friends with some obscure scribbler's forced attempt at something bizarre. For anyone with any taste in craftsmanship and art, leave this one to die a lonely, unread death on the clearance table. I certainly wish I had.
This isn't a novel. It's more like a prose poem. I've read some other works by Rice in literary zines and he's getting more and more obscure, and writing about the same characters in this book.
The photos are a nice touch.
Whatever this thing is, it's worth a try.
But... if you don't understand it, please don't run around bashing it. Remember, Faulkner told his students to read "The Sound and the Fury" multiple times to understand it. Sometimes you have to learn to re-read. They couldn't read Joyce, they couldn't read Faulkner. Rice will challenge the hell out of you and your ability to think, to feel, to be honest, and to listen. Shhhh.
Doug is a true master of the avante-pop- even Kathy Acker gives praise:
"The most gorgeous sentences and rhythms... I'm drooling and I bet that even Faulkner, though dead, is taking notice. ... What emerges is a poetry as analysis grounded in what must be called 'the real'." (From the back cover)
A must read for anyone who has ever sought their 'true self' and was scared by what they found!