Never read these books and do not plan to, but at least Hogg seems to be in the runner-up for the sickest book of all time. Plot summary here.
At the time it was written, no one would publish it due to its graphic and copious descriptions of murder, homosexuality, child molestation, incest, coprophilia, coprophagia, urolagnia, anal-oral contact, necrophilia and rape…
…The plot features a silent pre-adolescent boy (called only “cocksucker”) sold into sexual slavery to a rapist named “Hogg” Hargus, who exposes him to the most extreme acts of deviancy imaginable…
…These acts include a substantial amount of “rape, violence, and murder”, such as “scenes of Hogg and his gang brutally raping various women” and other “extensive scenes involving consumption of bodily waste.” Nearly every scene in the novel contains extensive and graphic sexual acts…
…Hogg is a thug, a “rape artist” and terrorizer for hire, with inclinations more homosexual than heterosexual. Hogg may very well be the most vile, disgusting personality to emerge from contemporary American fiction: he never bathes or changes clothes, urinates and defecates in his pants, eats his own various bodily excrete, drinks a lot of beer and eats plenty of pizza to “maintain” his large gut–he has worms and likes it–and enjoys bringing suffering to others, male or female, mostly for pay but sometimes for his own delectation.
Yet he is also fascinating: the embodiment of what our society can turn people into, the decaying condition of the human soul…
Good Lord, I thought Sade and Naked Lunch were bad. This book sounds nasty!
It was preceded by The Mad Man, about a gay Black graduate student in New York.
The Mad Man is a sexually drenched literary novel by Samuel R. Delany, first published in 1994 by Richard Kasak…
…As such, it combines a number of perspectives: a realistic portrayal of academic research, New York street life and both pre- and post-HIV gay activity, as well as explicit portrayals of fellatio, coprophilia, urophilia, and mysophilia…
…Scenes in The Mad Man occur during “wet night” at the Mine Shaft, a gay bar that actually existed in New York’s meat-packing district in the ‘seventies and ‘eighties, which actually held such a monthly event…
Yuck, sounds horrible.
