This book is usually presented as erotic. It's not. Some might find it tittilating, but it's mostly gore. And no, not "erotic-blood-sucking" vampire p...moreThis book is usually presented as erotic. It's not. Some might find it tittilating, but it's mostly gore. And no, not "erotic-blood-sucking" vampire porn-gore. We're talking decapitated corpses and mutilation here. Sascha Vykos on the cover should be telling enough.
That said, it's not nearly as explicit as one might anticipate. Illustrations are way more suggestive than most of the text. (And Lucita's fanboys rejoiced.) The first chapter is quite shocking, but it mostly mellows down soon after. Mellows down by WoD standards, that is.
However, beneath all the gorefest, for some reason this novel felt better written than the norm for WW novels. Not sure why. Maybe it's pacing. Maybe it's the way elements slowly fit together, with a lot of twists and revelations that come gradually (even though they are hinted from the start). If you can stomach Tzimisce-level depravity, it's an entertaining read and even has not-entirely-unhappy ending. (less)
I really wanted to like this book more. I couldn't.
It isn't that it's gory. It's that there is no point in this book besides being gory. I tried to se...moreI really wanted to like this book more. I couldn't.
It isn't that it's gory. It's that there is no point in this book besides being gory. I tried to search for something else, but the only impression I was able to get is that this book was written for shock value. The fact that the author insists on reading one, arguably "most gory", story in public and counts the people fainting corroborates this theory. On the top of that, said story is first in the book.
If that is indeed author's intent, he succeeded masterfully. The problem is, I don't particularly care for it. If there was at least an explanation of why the organiser made events like this happen, I might have liked it more. But of course it's handwaved into being some metaphysical expression of primal urges we are all totally lying to ourselves we don't have or something pseudo-phylosophical like that. For me, it's hollow. The whole premise is. Yes, I know that it's supposed to reflect a struggle to make oneself credible. I still think that's just an excuse.
In horror, there is a fine line between extremity and pretense, and according to my personal inner meter this book is lying firmly on the latter side.(less)