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It turns out she has a penchant for a certain kind of snack and the pair hit it off, albeit awkwardly. While being different might bring a sense of isolation, there is also liberation in knowing who you are and walking a different path from the horde without the need to change or seek social validation, and if you happen to meet a like-minded weirdo to walk beside you, it can add to the experience. A deep sense of adventure that can only be quenched by chasing anything that can and should be over indulged. That being said, if you can digest this dark journey, you'll also be able to see that underneath its devious layers, this is a very well written satire that explores life from an outsider's perspective, taboos, relationships, the hypocrisy of mediocre minds in our society, and whether it's really possible for someone to change.
It sounds almost like a joke, and maybe it indeed is: A necrophile and a cannibal meet and are instantaneously fascinated by each other, believing to have found a kindred weirdo, the antidote to oneself. The book is extremely well written, and I would love to get into his author's mind, on how he came up with this idea for a book.They have a conversation while Helen is consuming a dead baby and he tells her that he isn’t going to tell anyone about her activities if she keeps his own a secret and this act forges a bond between the pair. Gripping the sides of the icy metal table, eyes crawling over her gorgeously ravaged body, I begin to thrust.
Okay so, never, ever, in my life have I read anything so vile, disturbing, sickening, grotesque, appalling. It’s bizarre, twisted, one of those splatterpunk kinds of books that is just beyond weird and well, disturbing. Although nearly romantic by its promise of unapologetic acceptance, the plot of Dead Inside soon goes extreme (what else?Let me tell you, there's a particular scene featuring a dead fetus that left me feeling dirty and violated just for reading it. i’ve never been any kind of athlete or anything, but am i seriously the only person who realizes that infants are the perfect punting shape? I’m glad it’s such a successful and harrowing novella for so many other people, but given that my issues with this story were so similar to my issues with the last Chandler Morrison novella I read, I’m thinking it’s time to accept that his writing isn’t for me.
There is no trigger warning out there that can prepare you for the horrors that lay waiting within this book. I’m not saying I needed him to feel guilty or be less of a “monster”, I just needed him to stop devoting his entire life to impressing 14-year-old white boys on reddit.It’s a feeling that’s hard to explain but let’s just say, you feel guilty for reading this and will want to read a book to cleanse yourself because it’s that grimy and obscenely sexual.
Helen removes the baby from herself causing her to bleed out but before she does she consumes their child and the protagonist has sex with her corpse. If you know anything about me as a reader, you know I can read almost any subject and, as long as the writing is done well, I usually love it. Not a bad splatterpunk horror if you're in the mood to feel something (namely nausea) but it's definitely not a book I would widely recommend and definitely won't be one I ever read again. One is a hospital security guard who has taboo sexual desires, the other a maternity doctor who has an appetite for something you won’t find on any restaurant menu. Whether it is a writing on the philosophy of physics, a bleak and joyless monologue on existentialism or something from the protagonist about his preference for coupling with cadavers rather than living flesh, I demand to be plucked outta my mind and transported along on the author's ship-of-the-imagination.
We are introduced to our protagonist, a hospital security guard who is a necrophiliac, as he can not get aroused by living women despite trying on several occasions and he is content with his life, until one day he catches a doctor in the hospital named Helen committing acts of cannibalism in the morgue. He makes the reader aware of how people who are different from the rest of us feel, if indeed they feel anything.