The Body Parts Shop: Stories by Lynda Schor
2005
Weight: 6.6 oz
Method of Disposal: Donating
So...holy shit...I do not think I can put this is the tiny neighborhood lending library with the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, Henke's young adult books about dogs, and every day housewive's mystery/romance novels. I read the first two stories, and I thought, "this person is a genius." I loved how the stories were arranged. Fictional facts, real facts, blurbs, one story streaming through it all. She was blunt, direct, and had some seriously beautiful sentences. The third story, "Coming of Age," I thought, "what is this all about? She's losing me, but I still appreciate how different she is from everyone else I have read recently."
As the stories went on the overt obsession with sex, penises, cum, rape, force, and violence actually started to wear on me a lot. This is highly unusual because I like sex more than the average bear, and I like to be disturbed when reading fiction. I also find myself writing stories with their own assortment of shocking scenes, but in this collection it just got to be too much. It started to feel like the art was too reliant on the shock value. It started to drag on and on.
There were still moments where I was almost re-captivated, but the stories would always lose me before they ended. There were stories I thought would be fantastic with a little more editing. I think Lynda has what it takes, but I think she needs a little more polish. Or, it was just not my cup of tea and it might be yours. The title is perfect. I love the drawings and diagrams. It was risky. It was fun. It was also gross. It was also sticky, thick, awkward, and sickening like a man ejaculating in your hair when you thought he was aiming for your mouth because he has an obsession with hair--yeah, that is one of the scenes you will find in this book, but the woman finds it exciting. I am not that woman.
2005
Weight: 6.6 oz
Method of Disposal: Donating
So...holy shit...I do not think I can put this is the tiny neighborhood lending library with the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, Henke's young adult books about dogs, and every day housewive's mystery/romance novels. I read the first two stories, and I thought, "this person is a genius." I loved how the stories were arranged. Fictional facts, real facts, blurbs, one story streaming through it all. She was blunt, direct, and had some seriously beautiful sentences. The third story, "Coming of Age," I thought, "what is this all about? She's losing me, but I still appreciate how different she is from everyone else I have read recently."
As the stories went on the overt obsession with sex, penises, cum, rape, force, and violence actually started to wear on me a lot. This is highly unusual because I like sex more than the average bear, and I like to be disturbed when reading fiction. I also find myself writing stories with their own assortment of shocking scenes, but in this collection it just got to be too much. It started to feel like the art was too reliant on the shock value. It started to drag on and on.
There were still moments where I was almost re-captivated, but the stories would always lose me before they ended. There were stories I thought would be fantastic with a little more editing. I think Lynda has what it takes, but I think she needs a little more polish. Or, it was just not my cup of tea and it might be yours. The title is perfect. I love the drawings and diagrams. It was risky. It was fun. It was also gross. It was also sticky, thick, awkward, and sickening like a man ejaculating in your hair when you thought he was aiming for your mouth because he has an obsession with hair--yeah, that is one of the scenes you will find in this book, but the woman finds it exciting. I am not that woman.
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