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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Ships

 

Extract from my real-time review HERE.

Ships Michael Swanwick and Jack Dann

"Some things are too vile to describe."

I'd say that only two male writers sparking off each other - with some concomitant, contaminant synergy of the dual male characters respectively in 'A Punch in the Doughnut' and, less vilely, 'Martyr and Pesty' [or female writers, too, in Morlan-Kiernan (even if that unofficial collaboration was more by magic serendipity than by consciously deliberate creative connection)] can even hope to reach such heights or depths of vileness through fictioneering. This particular cosmically punch-drunk fable starts with the protagonist's own burial-as-dead in tune with this book's own burial thematics, semi-premature as his burial turns out to be, and travels through the demon/angel-smacking Bible Belt of space along with a sort of collaborative 'William Blake : Norman Spinrad' ring-doughnut-markings (the Marriage or here the 'lethal kiss' - of Heaven and Hell as filtered through that earlier Marriage in the Cadiganate aphasic, but, here, amnesic Eye of a Seraph) and the defilement of the treasure-sown "goldens sands" of the reader's complacency into what this sex-twisting-into-new-shapes merely by dint of sexual needs has itself twisted into molten shapes of cruelty and possibly under-age sodomy before the reader's own iris-spinning eyes. Star Trek pirate ships as a way to cannibalise mutineers and further mingle Heaven with Hell or vice versa: as a John Martin battle of apocryphal apocalypses. All ends and begins with a burial but of whom by whom? David (Marshall Smith) or (David (Schow)) Goliath? Split his mainbrace with your boner for his sling-nuts! We all hopefully have our own meat safe. Otherwise, do not risk submitting yourself to this fable's still-accreting vileness even after you close the covers of the book (if that were still possible!) Bosch eat your heart out. Oh, yes, the revenge theme here is what can honestly be said to be true WILD Justice. (14 Mar 12 another 3 hours later)

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wild justice - ellen datlow - ash tree press


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