Шутки закончились, но предела авторской фантазии не существует. "Рэизм", "Мясокрючное семя", "Сатанокожа", "Белый Череп" и другие работы - фотоснимки из ада, внезапно распахнувшего свои врата...
Полное собрание "неподцензурных злокозненных кошмаров" "литературного безумца" Джеймса Хэвока, легенды английского андеграунда.
I read this many years ago. Whoever is behind the publicity for this embarrassment must be commended. I had heard great things about this book, how shocking and genuinely evil it supposedly was. Well, it wasn't. I can't recall the specifics, but I do remember clearly that while I was reading it (and for a brief period after I finished it) I had this image of a young teenage kid, growing up bored in rural America, no friends except a few drug buddies, sitting alone in the attic of his parents' house tripping hard, furious with the world and the people in it, thinking he's writing the most evil story in the world. Problem is, he's an uneducated kid who know absolutely nothing about writing. OK, I don't know if any of that is true or not, but I do know that the author comes off as someone with zero writing skills who resorts to juvenile tricks that do nothing but highlight how bad writing can be. To call Havoc an "author" is an insult to real authors everywhere.