The best seedy book you ever read

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seedy as in raunchy, dirty, tough.
Rough on the outside, but still great literature

mine is "Last Exit To Brookyn"

― Brian Jones (Brian Jones), Monday, 23 January 2006 10:40 (twenty years ago)

Platform

― Ray (Ray), Monday, 23 January 2006 11:12 (twenty years ago)

fight club

― Fred (Fred), Monday, 23 January 2006 12:26 (twenty years ago)

Blue Movie by Terry Southern?

― PJ Miller (PJ Miller 68), Monday, 23 January 2006 12:49 (twenty years ago)

either the remorse free pimping exploits of charles mingus in his superb autobio 'beneath the underdog' or the ginsberg bathroom fucking recollections of some beat poet i forget the name of.

― made swayed, Monday, 23 January 2006 15:33 (twenty years ago)

blow him away: how to give your man mind-blowing oral sex

― Special Agent Gene Krupa (orion), Monday, 23 January 2006 18:15 (twenty years ago)

Was that any good?

Hogg by Samuel Delany.

― Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 23 January 2006 19:04 (twenty years ago)

Naked Lunch

― truck-patch pixel farmer (my crop froze in the field) (Rock Hardy), Monday, 23 January 2006 21:12 (twenty years ago)

It's a tie between The Room by Hubert Selby Jr and Mercy by Andrea Dworkin.

― scott seward (scott seward), Monday, 23 January 2006 22:21 (twenty years ago)

what's hogg actually like?

― tom west (thomp), Monday, 23 January 2006 23:23 (twenty years ago)

Hogg is a shaggy dog story in which an 11 year old boy (who is really only referred to by age at the very beginning of the book) is picked up by a band of, as I recall, professional rapists (rapists for hire, so to speak), all of whom have their various sexual predilictions. It's one of those stories (well, like most porn stories) where the adventures escalate until there is a huge climax. And then after all that there is a ridiculous punchline, which I beg you not to investigate or find out about but rather to just read until you get there. (It's a bit better, punchlinewise, than the one at the end of The Unnameable, though less quotable, but they are somewhat of a breed.)

I neither recommend nor disrecommend the book. If you're interested in Delany, sexual perversion, and the possibilities of "literary" porn, then you probably should read it, I suppose. (The Mad Man is much more "novelistic" with more typical characters and development and more nuanced ideas, which doesn't necessarily make it a better book.)

― Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 23 January 2006 23:54 (twenty years ago)

well, two out of three ain't bad

― tom west (thomp), Tuesday, 24 January 2006 00:22 (twenty years ago)

Crash, High Times Hard Times by Anita O'Day, any David Goodis novel (since he works out his bizarre fascination with grossly overweight, sadistic women in EVERY ONE)

― Morley Timmons (Donna Brown), Tuesday, 24 January 2006 01:27 (twenty years ago)

City of Night by John Rechy

hustlers in the days before gay lib: gutter queens & sadeyed johns

"youngmen"

― m coleman (lovebug starski), Tuesday, 24 January 2006 01:30 (twenty years ago)

Hangover Square by Patrick Hamilton - seedy as hell.

― mog, Tuesday, 24 January 2006 13:35 (twenty years ago)

he works out his bizarre fascination with grossly overweight, sadistic women in EVERY ONE

that's his big theme, isn't it? apparently irl he paid overweight black prostitutes to humiliate him.

― lauren (laurenp), Tuesday, 24 January 2006 16:53 (twenty years ago)

What was the name of that memoir by the woman who went to Mexico and became a total slut and ended up being murdered? A grindingly depressing read, totally riveting but you're sorry you read it. Fuck. I can't remember.

― Beth Parker (Beth Parker), Wednesday, 25 January 2006 01:30 (twenty years ago)

Her first name began with an m, I'm positive.

― Beth Parker (Beth Parker), Wednesday, 25 January 2006 01:31 (twenty years ago)

Marlise? Marlyse? A posthumously published diary. Total google strikeout.

― Beth Parker (Beth Parker), Wednesday, 25 January 2006 02:10 (twenty years ago)

Playground by Jennifer Sagnior, its trash, pure trash, nothing redeeming, nothing liberating, nothing transgressive...its about her childhood in the playboy mansion and its the end point of both the brett easton ellis and jacquliene suzanne schools, there is a scene about half way through, where a playboy playmate fucks a 15 yr old school girl in the back of a limo some where on sunset, which may be the best "the decadence of our fucking is the decadence of america", but clean, like physique pictorials (or early playboys, really),

there is also some really awesome food fetish stuff, a weird choosing between heff and her father moment, some wonderful incest subtext, a dead european model who gets dumped after a coke overdose at an LA partyt, some whores, some fashion name dropping, an enormous amount of drugs, all slightly off (she talks about brands too early (prada in the 80s? and drugs too late (quallades in the 80s?)

i dont think its real (what ever that means, call it a postmodern excercise in personae building), i mean its written as a memoir of her and her dad (who was a plastic surgeon/internist/pharmacist/hefs private physican/drugdealer) but its like shes downloaded all possible texts about LA's horrors (boogie nights, valley of the dolls, rules of attraction, ms lonelyhearts, a diamond as big as the ritz, any number of lifetime movies of the week, every memoir, kenneth angers hollywood babylon)

the best thing is that it is written in this really blank, purposfully bad, warholian prose. both larry king and ben affleck
its really really good

― Anthony Easton, Wednesday, 25 January 2006 13:15 (twenty years ago)

Almost forgot this one: Topping From Below by Laura Reese. Very hot, nasty murder mystery (sort of).

Playground sounds pretty good.

― truck-patch pixel farmer (my crop froze in the field) (Rock Hardy), Wednesday, 25 January 2006 13:52 (twenty years ago)

buy it now

― Anthony Easton, Wednesday, 25 January 2006 23:21 (twenty years ago)

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