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“Lydia Lunch is an American icon.”— Austin American-Statesman
“Lunch has defined the underground music and art scene for over thirty years. Predictable only in her unpredictability, she has exploited every creative outlet at her disposal, from film to books, photography to poetry.” — SF Weekly
No Wave founder Lydia Lunch’s first book, Paradoxia (Akashic Books, 2007), proved that her talent is as strong on the page as it is on the stage. Her literary talents are even more impressive and varied in this iconoclastic and uncompromising collection.
Lydia Lunch is a musician, writer, and photographer. She was the primary instigator of the No Wave movement, and the focal point of the Cinema of Transgression.
“Lunch has defined the underground music and art scene for over thirty years. Predictable only in her unpredictability, she has exploited every creative outlet at her disposal, from film to books, photography to poetry.” — SF Weekly
No Wave founder Lydia Lunch’s first book, Paradoxia (Akashic Books, 2007), proved that her talent is as strong on the page as it is on the stage. Her literary talents are even more impressive and varied in this iconoclastic and uncompromising collection.
Lydia Lunch is a musician, writer, and photographer. She was the primary instigator of the No Wave movement, and the focal point of the Cinema of Transgression.
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First published July 1, 2009
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Lydia Lunch
49 books198 followersLydia Lunch (born Lydia Koch) is an American singer, poet, writer, and actress.
In the mid-'80s, Lunch formed her own recording and publishing company called "Widowspeak" on which she continues to release a slew of her own material from songs to spoken word.
Later, she was identified by the Boston Phoenix as "one of the 10 most influential performers of the '90s", Lunch's solo career featured collaborations with musicians such as J. G. Thirlwell, Kim Gordon, Thurston Moore, Nick Cave, Marc Almond, Billy Ver Plank, Steven Severin, Robert Quine, Sadie Mae, Rowland S. Howard, Michael Gira, The Birthday Party, Einstürzende Neubauten, Sonic Youth, Die Haut, Omar Rodriguez-Lopez, Black Sun Productions and french band Sibyl Vane who put one of her spoken words into music. She also acted in, wrote, and directed underground films, sometimes collaborating with underground filmmaker and photographer Richard Kern (including several films such as Fingered in which she performed unsimulated sex acts), and more recently has recorded and performed as a spoken word artist, again collaborating with such artists as Exene Cervenka, Henry Rollins, Don Bajema, Hubert Selby Jr., and Emilio Cubeiro, as well as authoring both traditional books and comix (with award-winning graphic novel artist Ted McKeever).
In 1997 she released Paradoxia, a loosely-based autobiography, in which she candidly documented her bisexual dalliances, substance abuse and flirtation with insanity.
In the mid-'80s, Lunch formed her own recording and publishing company called "Widowspeak" on which she continues to release a slew of her own material from songs to spoken word.
Later, she was identified by the Boston Phoenix as "one of the 10 most influential performers of the '90s", Lunch's solo career featured collaborations with musicians such as J. G. Thirlwell, Kim Gordon, Thurston Moore, Nick Cave, Marc Almond, Billy Ver Plank, Steven Severin, Robert Quine, Sadie Mae, Rowland S. Howard, Michael Gira, The Birthday Party, Einstürzende Neubauten, Sonic Youth, Die Haut, Omar Rodriguez-Lopez, Black Sun Productions and french band Sibyl Vane who put one of her spoken words into music. She also acted in, wrote, and directed underground films, sometimes collaborating with underground filmmaker and photographer Richard Kern (including several films such as Fingered in which she performed unsimulated sex acts), and more recently has recorded and performed as a spoken word artist, again collaborating with such artists as Exene Cervenka, Henry Rollins, Don Bajema, Hubert Selby Jr., and Emilio Cubeiro, as well as authoring both traditional books and comix (with award-winning graphic novel artist Ted McKeever).
In 1997 she released Paradoxia, a loosely-based autobiography, in which she candidly documented her bisexual dalliances, substance abuse and flirtation with insanity.
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September 15, 2019
”But I’m too far gone now, too fucked up, too ill spent to really carry through. Shot to shit and forced to struggle against it. Broken down, battered. Used too much up. Nothing left inside my angel’s saving graces, that busted little cherub with dirty feet and greasy wings whose tender ruby-rich kisses have resuscitated so many burning embers and dying remains that I have become a mortician’s reanimator, stuck forever in a purgatory that so many dying men have come to rub their poison against.
Even my breath has become toxic. An aerosol taint of glue, sugar water, paint fumes, dead roses, and runoff. But young boys don’t know that yet. Don’t see it, can’t smell my true essence over the sweat of their own passion. Over the smell of their own vinegar, saltwater taffy, dirty towels, steam heat. They wouldn’t recognize it even if they did.”
I knew vaguely of her existence, but I never really saw her until she showed up to have lunch with Anthony Bourdain on what would turn out to be the last episode of Parts Unknown. We see people all the time. We may even read their books or watch their TV shows or catch them in a movie, but we don’t always SEE them. So when I say I “saw her,” I mean that I finally created space in my brain for her. She is part of the Jeffrey D. Keeten universe now. If Lydia Lunch were to read this, she would probably kick me in the nuts, tell me to Fuck off, and be mildly offended that in 2018 I’m finally acknowledging her existence. Violence, profanity, and a marshmallow center are all part of the essence of Lydia Lunch.
She was born Lydia Anne Koch, but that name really doesn’t mean anything. The name Lydia Lunch means something because she earned it. She got the name because she stole food to feed her friends. People would see Lydia coming and know that lunch was coming with her.
I will contest her statement in the opening quote that she is “shot to shit.” I don’t believe it for one second. She might be tired, but after watching numerous clips of her talking about numerous subjects, she is far from worn out. Her soul has been on the verge of drowning, but her indomitable spirit, I’m convinced, will always breaks the surface of the water. Even shipwrecked deep at sea, somehow she will wash up on shore.
When she was twelve, she was living with her pathetic dad, who liked to have his buddies over for poker night. ”By 9:15 they were all shit-faced. Drunk as fuck and squealing like the insufferable sex pigs that they were. I was forced to play waitress, barkeep, and Barbie doll. Keep their busted cups full of rotgut, the pickled pigs feet coming, the corn dogs warm, and smile like I meant it. Yeah, right...Give me something to smile about, assholes.”
The scene only deteriorated from there, after her father ran out of money, but even amongst the barbarity of this situation, she related the impending nightmare with threads of humor that made me feel uncomfortable. Hmmm, Lydia Lunch making people feel uncomfortable. That would be her stock in trade.
In the back of the book, she conducted some interviews with several writers, but the two I really enjoyed were her discussions with her friends Hubert Selby Jr. and Nick Tosches. Selby discussed why it took so long, ten years, for him to write his book The Willow Tree. Some writers reading this might really identify. ”I’d write for a few weeks, then one day I’d get up to go inside and write and I’d get close to the door, but something would just pick me up and throw me out of the room.” The writing spirits had deemed him unworthy or at least in the wrong frame of mind. As if to say, come back when you are really serious, Selby! Don’t waste our time!
Writers take note of the following exchange:
Lydia Lunch: “What is a year overdue?”
Nick Tosches: “Garbage, complete, wretched, DRECK. I have to do two magazine stories, and then a book, and it’s all wretched dreck and I just need to work my way out to freedom. If I had the money I would just give everybody their money back and not do any of it. It’s too much.”
There was so much to unpack in this brief exchange. First of all, there was no way Tosches would be comfortable enough to be this honest with a normal reviewer but, given that he knew Lydia, she would truly understand that what he was talking about liberated him to just lay all his fears and anxiety right out on the cigarette scarred and wine stained table. Writers get asked to do projects they don’t want to do, as do most people in all professions. Writers are sometimes so desperate for money or validation that even a small roll of dough dangling before them will be too much of a temptation to resist. Nick freely admitted he was not the right writer for these projects, and then he was drowning in his own feelings of inadequacy.
The additional problem was that, with these projects hanging over his head, it was impossible for him to do the writing he wanted to do as well. The use of the word freedom resonated with me. He gave up his freedom, maybe too cheaply, and is now steeped in regret. So the moral of the story for writers is be careful about accepting money for projects for which they are ill suited. You know your capabilities better than the people offering the money, so don’t trap yourself in a project you are going to hate. On the other hand, if you are starving, take the fucking money.
This is a slender volume, and yet I could go on and on about about so many more things I found fascinating to think about. Keying on Elton John’s suggestion to get rid of all religions to have a chance at world peace, she took that thought a step further and suggested we should get rid of God. In typical Lydia fashion, cut the head off, not the tail. She made a very compelling argument. There are purple prose that feel over the top, but yet coming from her, they are merely part of her persona, and it would be unnatural for her thoughts to come at us any other way than as red hot, shotgun pellets that burrow and burn their way to the bone. ”An abstract portrait rendered in spunk.”
This book will be too much for most of you. You’ll have all kinds of reasons not to like it. The book is uncomfortable, exaggerated, self-indulgent, criminal, and oh my goodness, a woman being very unlady like.
”We, especially as women, need to insist upon our Pleasure.
Demand our Pleasure.”
You may not understand her, but don’t try to marginalize her. You’ll get BURNED! Writer, photographer, actress, food provider, and musician who is still trying to make sense of a fucked up world.
If you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
I also have a Facebook blogger page at: https://www.facebook.com/JeffreyKeeten
Even my breath has become toxic. An aerosol taint of glue, sugar water, paint fumes, dead roses, and runoff. But young boys don’t know that yet. Don’t see it, can’t smell my true essence over the sweat of their own passion. Over the smell of their own vinegar, saltwater taffy, dirty towels, steam heat. They wouldn’t recognize it even if they did.”
I knew vaguely of her existence, but I never really saw her until she showed up to have lunch with Anthony Bourdain on what would turn out to be the last episode of Parts Unknown. We see people all the time. We may even read their books or watch their TV shows or catch them in a movie, but we don’t always SEE them. So when I say I “saw her,” I mean that I finally created space in my brain for her. She is part of the Jeffrey D. Keeten universe now. If Lydia Lunch were to read this, she would probably kick me in the nuts, tell me to Fuck off, and be mildly offended that in 2018 I’m finally acknowledging her existence. Violence, profanity, and a marshmallow center are all part of the essence of Lydia Lunch.
She was born Lydia Anne Koch, but that name really doesn’t mean anything. The name Lydia Lunch means something because she earned it. She got the name because she stole food to feed her friends. People would see Lydia coming and know that lunch was coming with her.
I will contest her statement in the opening quote that she is “shot to shit.” I don’t believe it for one second. She might be tired, but after watching numerous clips of her talking about numerous subjects, she is far from worn out. Her soul has been on the verge of drowning, but her indomitable spirit, I’m convinced, will always breaks the surface of the water. Even shipwrecked deep at sea, somehow she will wash up on shore.
When she was twelve, she was living with her pathetic dad, who liked to have his buddies over for poker night. ”By 9:15 they were all shit-faced. Drunk as fuck and squealing like the insufferable sex pigs that they were. I was forced to play waitress, barkeep, and Barbie doll. Keep their busted cups full of rotgut, the pickled pigs feet coming, the corn dogs warm, and smile like I meant it. Yeah, right...Give me something to smile about, assholes.”
The scene only deteriorated from there, after her father ran out of money, but even amongst the barbarity of this situation, she related the impending nightmare with threads of humor that made me feel uncomfortable. Hmmm, Lydia Lunch making people feel uncomfortable. That would be her stock in trade.
I had to look through a lot of pictures to find one of Lydia really smiling or is this the fake smile? The wattage is dazzling.
In the back of the book, she conducted some interviews with several writers, but the two I really enjoyed were her discussions with her friends Hubert Selby Jr. and Nick Tosches. Selby discussed why it took so long, ten years, for him to write his book The Willow Tree. Some writers reading this might really identify. ”I’d write for a few weeks, then one day I’d get up to go inside and write and I’d get close to the door, but something would just pick me up and throw me out of the room.” The writing spirits had deemed him unworthy or at least in the wrong frame of mind. As if to say, come back when you are really serious, Selby! Don’t waste our time!
Writers take note of the following exchange:
Lydia Lunch: “What is a year overdue?”
Nick Tosches: “Garbage, complete, wretched, DRECK. I have to do two magazine stories, and then a book, and it’s all wretched dreck and I just need to work my way out to freedom. If I had the money I would just give everybody their money back and not do any of it. It’s too much.”
There was so much to unpack in this brief exchange. First of all, there was no way Tosches would be comfortable enough to be this honest with a normal reviewer but, given that he knew Lydia, she would truly understand that what he was talking about liberated him to just lay all his fears and anxiety right out on the cigarette scarred and wine stained table. Writers get asked to do projects they don’t want to do, as do most people in all professions. Writers are sometimes so desperate for money or validation that even a small roll of dough dangling before them will be too much of a temptation to resist. Nick freely admitted he was not the right writer for these projects, and then he was drowning in his own feelings of inadequacy.
The additional problem was that, with these projects hanging over his head, it was impossible for him to do the writing he wanted to do as well. The use of the word freedom resonated with me. He gave up his freedom, maybe too cheaply, and is now steeped in regret. So the moral of the story for writers is be careful about accepting money for projects for which they are ill suited. You know your capabilities better than the people offering the money, so don’t trap yourself in a project you are going to hate. On the other hand, if you are starving, take the fucking money.
This is a slender volume, and yet I could go on and on about about so many more things I found fascinating to think about. Keying on Elton John’s suggestion to get rid of all religions to have a chance at world peace, she took that thought a step further and suggested we should get rid of God. In typical Lydia fashion, cut the head off, not the tail. She made a very compelling argument. There are purple prose that feel over the top, but yet coming from her, they are merely part of her persona, and it would be unnatural for her thoughts to come at us any other way than as red hot, shotgun pellets that burrow and burn their way to the bone. ”An abstract portrait rendered in spunk.”
This book will be too much for most of you. You’ll have all kinds of reasons not to like it. The book is uncomfortable, exaggerated, self-indulgent, criminal, and oh my goodness, a woman being very unlady like.
”We, especially as women, need to insist upon our Pleasure.
Demand our Pleasure.”
You may not understand her, but don’t try to marginalize her. You’ll get BURNED! Writer, photographer, actress, food provider, and musician who is still trying to make sense of a fucked up world.
If you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
I also have a Facebook blogger page at: https://www.facebook.com/JeffreyKeeten
August 11, 2019
Lydia Lunch tucks me in at night. I read a couple pages of any book of hers and think anyone who grows up with this much baggage and owns it deserves my loyal attention. Whether you like Lydia's material or not is quite irrelevant when you get down to it, her writing skills are second to none. This book is painfully trashy, consistently disturbing and explicit, intrusively descriptive and irreverently exciting. Not for the weak. Lydia's life is the stuff nightmares are made of. But maybe...the true nightmare is those living a 9 to 5 job, imprisoned in the suburbs, watching other people's boring lives on cable tv with a sex life that is replaced by cheesy fifty shades of.... gimme a break.
August 30, 2013
This book starts off really strong and loses steam toward the end but Henry Rollins would still shit himself to write a book with this much poison.
July 21, 2015
This is all as someone that knows absolutely nothing about the no wave movement.
Absolutely brutal, uncomfortable, intense and terrifying. Horrific encounters written beautifully.
Really liked the piece called 'Motherhood: It's not Compulsory' and that. Part II was named 'Cuntzilla'.
Absolutely brutal, uncomfortable, intense and terrifying. Horrific encounters written beautifully.
Really liked the piece called 'Motherhood: It's not Compulsory' and that. Part II was named 'Cuntzilla'.
June 17, 2010
Lydia Lunch's work can be harsh, and at times essentialist but the craft in her writing remains solid and admirable.
September 30, 2020
Ne sjeda mi njeno pisanje, kao u principu niti proza W. Burroughsa. Pretjerano kaotičan tekst u kojem ne pronalazim dublje značenje; tekst čija je poanta, čini mi se, istaknuti gadosti na koje su ljudi spremni kako bi utažili svoje ovisnosti, komplekse, psihičke probleme, probleme besparice, borbe s kapitalizmom i njegovim postavkama. Smatram da je relevantno pisati i progovarati o temama čiji je potencijal za "lijepu književnost" slab, no jednostavno mi ne odgovara sentiment kojim ona (ne) raspolaže. Imam dojam da je tekst pisan iz mržnje, a takva književnost nije u službi umjetnosti, već čisto fabularnog nabrajanja situacija koje život slikaju kao nešto gadno.
S navedenim citatom se slažem i nekako mi se čini da je kao "spoken word artist" ili glazbenica kvalitetnija umjetnica. Možda je i ovo pisala za pare. Nisam uspjela naći podatak.
“If you’re doing it for the money, you’re not doing art. You’re doing commerce,” she said. She says that being an artist is not a career choice, but a necessity “if your blood boils”. Even if spoken word performance is dying, it doesn’t stop her from being what she calls “the last war whore left”.
https://www.theguardian.com/music/201...
S navedenim citatom se slažem i nekako mi se čini da je kao "spoken word artist" ili glazbenica kvalitetnija umjetnica. Možda je i ovo pisala za pare. Nisam uspjela naći podatak.
“If you’re doing it for the money, you’re not doing art. You’re doing commerce,” she said. She says that being an artist is not a career choice, but a necessity “if your blood boils”. Even if spoken word performance is dying, it doesn’t stop her from being what she calls “the last war whore left”.
https://www.theguardian.com/music/201...
April 21, 2025
Lydia Lunch is as always a powerful and electric, I simply prefer the other compilation of her works. Still I will always find obscene pleasure in her prose.
"And I admit it:
The American Way of Life has turned me into A death-defying murder junkie
Drunk on disasters, calamities, casualties, bombs bursting in air, bullets ricocheting off the bellies of pregnant women, the bombing of abortion clinics, crippled children poisoned on a school bus, shopping-mall murders, crumbling cities polluted beyond repair, craters of despair in the eyes of men, women, and children, their brains rotted by the cathode glare of the television, the Internet, video games-
Where all the Killers are heroes"
- Lydia Lunch
"And I admit it:
The American Way of Life has turned me into A death-defying murder junkie
Drunk on disasters, calamities, casualties, bombs bursting in air, bullets ricocheting off the bellies of pregnant women, the bombing of abortion clinics, crippled children poisoned on a school bus, shopping-mall murders, crumbling cities polluted beyond repair, craters of despair in the eyes of men, women, and children, their brains rotted by the cathode glare of the television, the Internet, video games-
Where all the Killers are heroes"
- Lydia Lunch
March 16, 2024
Interesting take on her daunting and fucked up early life with her father and his disgusting friends. The interviews after with Hubert Selby Jr who wrote Requiem for A Dream among others were different and reading something not following a typical format for the first time was an experience that I look forward to in the future.
November 28, 2023
A grab bag of psychosis. Some real highlights and the few low lights are brief. Probably nothing that would convert a person unfamiliar with Lydia's oeuvre, but those who are should have no complaints.
December 29, 2023
A very good read if you're a fan of Lydia's, which I am, this is part autobiography, part hagiography and part interviews with Hubert Selby junior among those influences of Lydia's being interviewed. My main niggle is that it's too short, so I'll have to get another
March 5, 2018
A remarkable collection of writings from the multitalented Lydia Lunch
April 27, 2021
Pretty good fragile sex-machine accounts and not so feel good when it comes to describing her habitual drug trips.
June 14, 2022
Lunch is a Viking on stage and on the page. Her words will slaughter you.
March 2, 2024
Czech Edition:
Budu dělat za drogy - Maťa, 2011
ISBN: 978-80-7287-151-3
Budu dělat za drogy - Maťa, 2011
ISBN: 978-80-7287-151-3
March 3, 2016
J'ai été tentée de découvrir cette auteur et ce titre via une proposition de partenariat de BOB.
Ce n'est pas le genre de texte que j'ai l'habitude de lire, et donc me voilà dans une plongée vers l'inconnu.
Née en 1959 aux Etats-Unis, Lydia Lunch est chanteuse, poétesse, écrivain et actrice. La gonzesse à l'air assez barrée dans son style. Victime d'inceste et de pédophilie (mise en jeu lors d'une partie de poker par son père), imbibée d'alcool et le nez poudré, les thèmes abordés dans ces déséquilibres synthétiques sont plutôt sombres et torturés.
« Entre les mutations génétiques, les aléas de l'environnement, la pollution morale, le chaos hormonal et les émotions toxiques, atteindre une stabilité fonctionnelle exige une grande maîtrise de l’alchimie. Mon quotidien est comparable à un combat extrême entre plusieurs fluctuations radicales. »
De courtes fictions, iconoclastes, fluides, explosives, nourries par ses années de transgressions et de créations, de chutes et d’inventions.
Lunch clôt ce recueil par des entretiens avec ses complices de la scène spoken words actuelle, Hubert Selby Jr, Nick Tosches ou Jerry Stahl...
« La compilation de textes commise en ces pages est un échantillon des cris et des murmures qui maltraitent mon cerveau, comme autant de fantômes enfiévrés, intoxiqués par l’essence même de ce qui a empoisonné mon existence. Enjoy. »
Des mots qui sont autant de souffrance. Une souffrance subie et une souffrance qu'elle s'inflige. Lydia Lunch utilise un style plutôt agréable à lire, un style assez poétique pour des faits noirs.
Même si j'ai un peu décroché lors du dernier texte de la dernière partie (la dernière partie reprend trois interviews que Lydia Lunch a effectué auprès d'auteurs "particuliers" de la littérature américaine), j'ai apprécié ma descente dans la tête de cette auteur, dans ce décor plutôt glauque et pas très accueillant. Bienvenue dans l'univers d'une sorte de Poète maudite.
Ma note : 3 étoiles
Déséquilibres synthétiques, Lydia Lunch, Au diable Vauvert, avril 2010, 207 pages
Ce n'est pas le genre de texte que j'ai l'habitude de lire, et donc me voilà dans une plongée vers l'inconnu.
Née en 1959 aux Etats-Unis, Lydia Lunch est chanteuse, poétesse, écrivain et actrice. La gonzesse à l'air assez barrée dans son style. Victime d'inceste et de pédophilie (mise en jeu lors d'une partie de poker par son père), imbibée d'alcool et le nez poudré, les thèmes abordés dans ces déséquilibres synthétiques sont plutôt sombres et torturés.
« Entre les mutations génétiques, les aléas de l'environnement, la pollution morale, le chaos hormonal et les émotions toxiques, atteindre une stabilité fonctionnelle exige une grande maîtrise de l’alchimie. Mon quotidien est comparable à un combat extrême entre plusieurs fluctuations radicales. »
De courtes fictions, iconoclastes, fluides, explosives, nourries par ses années de transgressions et de créations, de chutes et d’inventions.
Lunch clôt ce recueil par des entretiens avec ses complices de la scène spoken words actuelle, Hubert Selby Jr, Nick Tosches ou Jerry Stahl...
« La compilation de textes commise en ces pages est un échantillon des cris et des murmures qui maltraitent mon cerveau, comme autant de fantômes enfiévrés, intoxiqués par l’essence même de ce qui a empoisonné mon existence. Enjoy. »
Des mots qui sont autant de souffrance. Une souffrance subie et une souffrance qu'elle s'inflige. Lydia Lunch utilise un style plutôt agréable à lire, un style assez poétique pour des faits noirs.
Même si j'ai un peu décroché lors du dernier texte de la dernière partie (la dernière partie reprend trois interviews que Lydia Lunch a effectué auprès d'auteurs "particuliers" de la littérature américaine), j'ai apprécié ma descente dans la tête de cette auteur, dans ce décor plutôt glauque et pas très accueillant. Bienvenue dans l'univers d'une sorte de Poète maudite.
Ma note : 3 étoiles
Déséquilibres synthétiques, Lydia Lunch, Au diable Vauvert, avril 2010, 207 pages
November 30, 2009
I'm amazed by this woman...Yeah, she's got some hard-edges but her words trickle down like honey. This collection of essays, short fiction, interviews, rants is chock-full of dark wisdom. Some standouts: "Canasta" a ribald tale of sexual dysfunction told from the point of view of wise-beyond-her-years, dark soul who would probably be better off she was an orphan, "Motherhood: It's not Compulsory" where Ms. Lunch rails against the biological clock and gives a very convincing final argument for choosing not to breed, "The Beast" another tale of insanity and why those who are fucked-up are so damn seductive, and her interviews with Hubert Selby, Jr. and Nick Tosches...
July 2, 2011
The high priestess of feminist anarchy does it again. A great compilation of short stories, verbal outbursts and violent insight.
March 5, 2016
I just couldn't finish this book. blah blah blah
just boring is all
just boring is all
January 10, 2025
It reminded me of my darkest hours, my own night strays & abuse. With some literary & performance reviews thrown in!
January 15, 2011
Tragic injustice done to a child. Very graphic. I'm so sorry for what she had to suffer.
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