Sunday, November 29, 2009

Discovered new emotion: Gleesgust

Gleesgust: An uncomfortable coming together of glee and disgust. Attributed to peoples who writhe about on the line that defines social alienation and outright perverse superstardom.

I recently read Cormac McCarthys short novel 'Child of God'. It's basically a great read if you want to experience the emotional aftermath of being raped or some other fucked up shit like that. I'd recommend it if you wake up one day and think 'Ya know what? I feel like reading about a redneck retard raping a dead girl' or 'Hey, I feel like reading an in depth description of a father raping his daughter in a dump'. Or maybe you simply love when the term 'jizzom' is used to describe semen. Well, I'll tell ya what, I sure do, so this here book suited me up to the shifty twisted eyeballs. Before we go on see below for a visual example of a level of happiness not reached by any character in the book.


For a realistic representation of the feelings you will be experiencing once you wade into the sleaze that is dripping out of the book check below.


GROOVY HUH? Fucking right. Intense introspective depression is about the only state a real man should be in. The book concentrates on Lester Ballard, a young man who has been kicked off his family land on account of his mama runnin' off (probably got one sideways look at him and thought nothing was worth raising that sick pile of shit) and his daddy hanging himself so brutally that his eyes done gone and popped right out o' his thick ole skull. As you can see you're in for a delightful story of high morals and family values. NOT. More like a feral young man scoping out dead girls for a neat place to deposit his white wee. Actually that takes up a large part of the book. There's a scene where Lester wants to dress up his dead girl he keeps by the fire (to limber the 'frozen bitch' up obviously) so he goes to the local department store and buys her a red dress and then blurts out to the nervous store girl that 'She needs some drawers too'. Classic! Why the fuck don't Hollywood make films with something as completely cool as that in them? I would go see that in the cinema about four million times. I'd buy the dvd and wear the t-shirt. No-one wants to see another film with Matthew McConaughy struttin' round like a Great Dane in heat with no top on (unless of course his name is Lester Ballard and he's taking part in a musical adaption of this book). Wouldn't a repressed country boy who wants to dress up his corpse girlfriend appear a more interesting and fulfilling alternative? The answer? Check below.



Throughout the course of the book Lester goes from living in a house to a shed to a cave. Yes that's right, a fucking cave, thats pretty damn cool by the way if you need some help in recognising what is acceptable for real men and what is not. So Lester seems like a pretty cool guy right? Possibly, but he does fuck dead women and in one scene he gives a robin to a retarded child who proceeds to bite the legs off the shit out of luck little bird. Lester responds to the situation with an intelligent line something along the lines of 'Ah I done got there yung 'un a playpal and he just done gone and bit the things legs off, hi huh'. This is the type of nourishment that feeds my steadily growing affection of Lester. What a guy! I might just start feeding live birds to starving disabled kids myself. 'Hey there! Wanna eat this bird? There'll be blood all over your face and you might get avian flu? ALRIGHT!'.
I think, although don't go by this as a serious meditation on the themes and issues of the book, but I think McCarthy was portraying the warping effect society can have on outcasts, but don't take that as gospel, I basically just rifled through the book only stopping when I noticed words like jizzom, horror and disgust glaring back at me off the page.


Child of God has whetted my appetite for disturbing books. I'm off to read American Psycho. Be expecting a review of that. Or maybe I'll move to Lester Ballards hometown in Tennessee and collect birds. Anyway the book aroused in me as twisted an emotion as gleesgust, that feeling that makes you look at car accidents with hidden awe. A shady delight that makes you read on as he shoves the dead body of the boy off the back seat of the car so he can get at the dead girl lying legs agander beneath. Gleesgust. Awesome.

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