I got to the morgue scene (around page 120, in case there are several and this was only the first) and I'm stopping because I've fucking had enough. And here's why:
"Jamie's executioners had carved a story into his ruined flesh, and in the chill of the morgue...his torture stood out, intimate and nasty."
Really? Tell me more -- j/k, don't. Really, please don't.
"Christine pointed with a rubber-gloved hand. 'Electrical burns on the genitals. Adrenaline injected into the body. Sings of trauma at the anus. Rape with blunt object. Probably a club of some kind.'"
Jesus. OK, we're done though, right?
"She plunged on. 'He was probably killed several times, then revived. The adrenaline in his system points to revivification. The eyes were removed pre-mortem. Of the other body parts, only the hands and feet were removed pre-mortem. The legs and the rest happened after he was dead. It appears that there was some attempt to tourniquet the limbs and prolong life longer still.'"
I was willing to bear with this relentlessly dark story, but now I am not, because I have had enough of this shit. I'm guessing if you are a writer and you are not lazy, there are ways to raise the stakes, to make us afraid of your villains and convey that a situation is serious, without resulting to what is essentially torture porn. But especially in television and now, god help us, in books, these unspeakable acts and their attendant "oh, isn't this horrible, here, smell it" unveilings are reliable additions to the story, casually thrown in like you might add more salt to a sauce. If you were to believe our pop culture, humans do nothing but run around devising increasingly sinister ways to inflict pain on each other. When, in fact, what we do instead is run around looking for our next fix, for the next primetime drama or mystery/thriller that will give us a little thrill, a little peek at a person being hurt, nice and slow.
Don't believe me? No, you do believe me. You can't dodge the evidence. Crime shows, cop shows, legal shows, all hunting for an excuse to show you someone duct-taped to a chair, sweating with fear. Even Scandal, a show that should be about political intrigue and excellent clothes, feels compelled to bust out its rusty torture toolbox almost every episode. And in books, the mysteries! Just check Publisher's Weekly. I could make a Mad Libs for these plot summaries: The corpse was discovered on the ______ with signs of a struggle, her _____ cut off and ______ carved into her _____. And yes, that corpse is usually a woman.
Who was it proposed the theory that the Novel, perhaps by inspiring empathy in readers, has over the centuries curbed the incidence of wars and other violence? That's a nice theory. It's hard to believe it can hold in the face of this much glorification of creative suffering -- not just something horrible, but something horrible devised by another human in order to bring maximum pain. As we read these scenes, over and over again, I can't believe we become anything other than desensitized. All of our landscapes become hellscapes, with a psychopath lurking somewhere, toting a coil of rope and a selection of exacto knives. But we don't mind, we're used to it.
I realize my complaints about escalation are similar to complaints about the escalation of sex in books and visual media. There is generally more sex now, and it's more graphic. The comparison is worth discussing. But most sex is a joyful thing, and this...
"Lucy leaned close, staring at his mangled face. He'd bitten off his own tongue. The blood was still in his teeth."
...is not.