Bjørn Rasmussen

I found a used copy of this at the bookstore when I was spending my Christmas book money looking for novellas and translation, and this meets both categories!

I was kind of expecting this book to be more erotic, but it isn't, not exactly. It's not a sexy book, though it is *about* sex, and desire, and obsession. There are bits of it that are sexy, but generally the reader is quickly reminded of the self-destruction wrapped up with the sex. This is a book about wanting to be broken open, about wanting our wounds to show, about needing to hurt yourself to feel. This brokenness is mirrored in the writing, a collage of narrative, stream of consciousness, letters, memoir, and all-caps howling.

Certainly an experience, and in some places it worked better for me than others. I liked that he acknowledged those he has stolen lines and thoughts from in the end, from Kathy Acker to The Little Prince.

Not recommended for the faint of heart.… (altro)