"Nowadays, if you want to hear, is no longer sufficient to knock politely on the shoulder near him with a hammer to hit you" (John Doe)
"Without crime that awakens in us a multitude of feelings and passions almost numb us off to stay longer in the disorder, ie nell'atonia "(M. Foucault)
Schism planetary those fully aware of here is basically - and happily-sadistic, and willing to be consequential upon the shareholder front, heralds and harbingers of dreams and passions algolagnia aggressive impulses cravings. Beyond those
I am, and frightened and / or horror of that status, they pretend / delude themselves not to be, seeking shelter behind the shield of ethical-moral brakes endogenous and exogenous.
Amid the joking sbruffoncelli to play the role of Satan trendy, more perverse and rowdy outsider and Mephistopheles in the solar system, only to discover that despite their ideological heraldry (... idealistic?) Are as good or more than bread and mothers waiting for them at home for dinner.
This dangerous-and wider in the highest sense of the word-book, compiled by pitch, TNT and arsenious oxide, acts as a spur to all three: the first will be satisfied, if not delighted, to be a worthy response tanatofilo your appetite, pansexual their woes, their exaggerated fantasies of cruelty and indiscriminate of what moves (primitive instincts? infant innocence?). The second
discover why these wildly idolized-time has and continues to soften totemizzare incense so ardently the figure of the murderer in the series, namely because it exemplifies what we all, at least one-offs in life, we would like to do: suppress the other. An authority with Christ, the one might say, the living hologram of our repressed destructive impulses (say the truth, before onset scandalized us off if we could telepathically, how many of us would benefit a hypothesis of survival? A rhetorical question, almost sepulchral silence ...).
Third, caught in the act of modesty despised, finally learn the nature of their sad pathetic butterflies, also called poseurs, and they will-we hope-a reason. Why
fregnacciari where psycho-sociologists and massme (r) results tend to catch the phenomena in order to be able to make recognizable duct desecration and to label resizable in its most inaccessible unassailable initerabili inexplicable ethereal and end up transform a sterile product in Creating serial free spirit heart nerve branches designated ephemeral fashionable (think to industrial, piercing and tattooing, all'e(ste)tica S/M, alle forme più estreme di body e danger art, a molte esperienze cinematografiche e teatrali non riconciliate, e a tante altre cosucce passate tristemente dal sottobosco più arduo a scandagliarsi ai più beceri discount sotto casa nostra), il luciferino fuck-totum e fuck-totem di questo spinoso volume capovolge la prospettiva e dirotta i punti di fuga; ben si guarda, insomma, dal convertire la radioattività in puro ossigeno. Ne centuplica, anzi, il tasso di mortalità.
Ebbro di un disprezzo e di una febbre iconoclasta, di una prepotenza nichilista e di un impulso pantoclasta e rabbioso nei confronti dell'umanità che ha pochissimi pari, nonché di un invidiabile acume critico associato ad una spietata severità draconiana, Peter Sotos sostiene ed elogia con fierezza tutto ciò che, dal micro al macro, contribuisce all'estinzione dell'umanifero, esaltandolo con accenti tronfi e tonalità linguistico-retoriche stroboscopiche e un elevatissimo ed abbacinante senso dell'apodittica, con un'enfasi che ora sfiora ora travalica l'apologia, facendosi beffa di chi è con lui e ignorando chi è contro di lui, prendendo a sonori ceffoni chi si atteggia ad essere come lui tanto per conferirsi un'aura mitologica e un'autorevole nomea di psicopatico D.O.C., e trovando sempre e comunque l'occasione di rivendicare il proprio febbricitante gusto per l'energetismo della Violenza. Sotos si rivela una geniale monade devotamente genuflessa alla regia sovranità negative, a talent at the service of his majesty the bad, and not care about any overdetermination exorcistic cathartic saves in the corner, and without resorting to cowardly satirical screens (of values \u200b\u200bthat have always borrowed fake revile choke intensity, extremism and radicalism . It 's a simple matter of (awareness of) taste, and the desire to satisfy him, and walk in content.
Total Abuse is a virulent, visceral, monolithic bible of sadism, a feverish evangelization of the most unimaginable brutality, and a witty Treaty pornologico respectable. The first one, no less: the universe never pornography had met so far like deconstruction, never had been so deeply apocalyptically deftly dismantled as a toy to find out what they deride Squaderno olia mechanisms, never X-rayed and dissected in a surgical skills so great, and with a look so decidedly polished / games / slippery.
This is an uppercut that shatter your delicate and ever-vulnerable, despite what the jabber-jaws modesty. It will be a difficult fracture healing: venture into this ring and cash out to c (r) ivy.
From the notes on the back cover (including a plea hagiographic and defensive signed by Steve Albini) pacts are translucent: "This book contains material that is extremely unpleasant tax described with graphic precision. It would be an edict of black humor to warn you that this compendium is not for the squeamish (...). The followers of the gentle and true-crime and moralistic the seasoned collectors of horror fiction will not find that to satisfy their tastes, here ... " . Understood?
to say: give it to the spot the faint of heart, stomach, nerve, spirit, the pacifist of one piece, the pseudofemministe, the bigots with a vengeance, and the poseur-all-children under 18 years (and forget it, I would add, those of English and American slang has a rudimentary knowledge almost). I repeat, right?!?
due proclaimed 'stop right!' A little 'background to the initiation of dutiful virgins. Peter Sotos fanzinari was the first to come forward in 1985 with a true-crime magazine amateur. It was also the first to be monitored by the FBI and consequently put in jail for what he wrote. Better to say: how to writing.
addition to offering his flattery / partisanship as a huge ultra criminals which holds forth, terrified Sotos disasters and calamities because of some sordid collages he architected, basic but effective in terms of impact: crossfading between penises in ejaculation and faces of children / and Violante / ee killed / and the brute of the moment.
Federal agents, believing that you have to do with a dangerous boss of marketing child pornography, arrested him after nine months of stalking and of urgent mail and telephone surveillance. At the time of the search that brought him to stop, were all confiscated numbers -Pure is the name of Zine-and a number of Incest , a magazine containing pictures of sexual violence to children. This was the cherry on the cake: Sotos was the first human being to be tried and convicted for possession of pornographic material deemed illegal abruptly. Our
was almost immediately released, as a mere graphomaniac obsessed with a taste bit 'heavy. There were no indications or evidence of murder, rape or business of child pornography against him. So will his defense
the apocalyptic Adam Parfrey : "It 's clear that Sotos is being prosecuted not for his interest in violence, but by flattery than outside the level of safety standards mass media for the violence in pornographic comic books, action films and stories of crime. The ordinary consumer of violence is, of course, sanctioned by the actions moralizing about 'crime does not pay' or sanctifying dall'aureola state-sponsored criminals. Sotos, celebrating outsiders psychotic, is all that is more disturbing and uncontrollable for the bands that maintain the status quo ".
This Volume, tripartite, has the overwhelming force of a tracked vehicle right from the opening lines of by Jim 'Answer Me' Goad (maybe I will tell another gentleman in the near future), creator editor publisher of the book. Despite the subject matter is disturbing, unacceptable, repugnant beyond danger levels, the pathos, ethos and ruthmos of writing is far from trivial, coarse or vulgar (in case the defect of this volume is to be a bit tautological: advice to the parties concerned to read in drops, to be sipped).
Let endoscopy of the work. How about
written, opens the dance as well as an insightful introduction to hagiography Goad, who then together with Sotos sdilinquirà in a long, interesting even funny interview where together, galvanizing one another, to knock out everything and everyone with casual malice (but would be more correct start calling frankness) and corrosive irony.
No one is saved from their fury, not the police and psychiatrists who dealt with her case, proved to be more vicious and dangerous person concerned, nor the reporters and neighbors who have grossly and summarily demonized (irresistible in this regard, the following statement: "There seems to be un grosso problema con l'intera nozione di oscenità... E' gente che pensa che Schwartzenegger è un grande attore e Norman Rockwell un eccelso pittore, e il Reader's Digest un magazine eccezionale, e vengono arruolati come gli arbitri dell'arte e della cultura. Se tutto si arenasse al loro pessimo gusto, niente da eccepire. Ma queste persone sono in una posizione che consente loro pericolosi giudizi sul tuo conto, e il bello è che tu hai trascorso l'intera tua vita evitando questa marmaglia..." ); anche i genitori fanno scheletrica figura, al pari di sette sataniche e neonaziste ( "...noiose, per dire il minimo. E' gentucola che non ha proprio niente d'interessante da offrire" ) e di impudenti fans che osano importunarlo with "bullshit type Crowley, Manson or piercing . Concluded
chat, start the vacuum that will make you fall in Hades, the fall in carroll well. No group will be spared. That the vertigo is with you. Abandon all hope, if you really want to enter.
Pure . This first part contains almost entirely the work of the pestilential clerk Small chicagoese (the 'almost' is for these collages, self-censorship for reasons here, I think, of cunning social), including the issues of the zine confiscated at the click of handcuffs, and never published presented here in a world exclusive for you.
Sotos glorifies love reveres honor gives thanks to architects of cruelty (Scab of rape, infanticide and the Nazi hierarchy in the first place), with a maximum transport indulgent pleased joyful playful whimsical, and not content to cheer on the criminals in review; to square the circle, here it is raging on the faces of pain contracts and streaked with tears of the victims' families, and enjoying speculating as I could on every face, tears, heartbreak motion, mere protocol, desperate appeal to the kidnappers.
Among the first fruits of his heart, reserve preferred seats in the sun and Ian Brady & Myra Hindley, Peter Sutcliffe, Bianchi & Buono, since the first few paragraphs reveal a red-hot telluric sehensucht uncontrollable insatiable sadist, which would devastated the most invasive Divine Marquis (with whom she shares the experience of jail because of criminal significance of writing) and brought flowers to the wildest of pallor Octave Mirbeau-I could not really tell you if you found more to envy or sense of decency ... -. Pure
comes along with the relentlessness of a shock wave, and I challenge anyone to continue to interpret the world the same way again after reading it.
The central part Tool, is a training of psycho-narrative Sexualis (Sotos will be directed later in this sense, giving substance to the novels Index, Tick, Lazy, Special , less inspired of these its still unsurpassed and unsurpassable beginning, but still deadly), the first chapter of which caused serious legal headaches to the already mentioned Answer Me! . There Peter and mocking rant ultracattivo on his arrest, abuse of minors and the legal system, the strippers of peep-show, the massacres against the prostitute; on any kind of sexual dysfunction, and to close a lord improvised pedostupratore with stunning results even camouflage, and a deck of correspondence with parents of Lesley Ann Warren, little raped, tortured and strangled by the pair Brady / Hyndley. The open letter to travelers on a thin teasing tone that suddenly rears up in storm surges of what we euphemistically define merciless sarcasm.
The exploration of the common sense of envy and malice of an unusual finds a way to detonate further Parasite , the final third part of the saga, which contains 20 newsletters for categorical, vexatious, uncompromising, unyielding criticism Music, literature, films. Film, pentagrams and manuscripts relating to the theme his favorite topic, the author saves very little: his Oscar goes to Gitta Sereny and Whitehouse, which is No.1 fan and with whom has repeatedly found to work ... On
hail of considerations relating to industrial and death-metal fanzines of true-crime, pornography extreme respectability of certain films and books about serial killers, there's every color and shade. Like it or not the content, you must admit that I rarely can a critic ricapitare equally salacious and smart.
For the vehement verbal brutality, for his turn in the language of fist-fuck bazooka muriatic acid caterpillar thermonuclear device for his outstanding courage (assuming he passes a red light, however, the responsibility for the incident), because of the implicit synthesis of soul and hot fund these 244 pages ( "the world is a huge ball of dung, you all'insettume paw above two possibilities: coprophagous or garbage collectors ".'s proclamation million, boosted by Sotos Squaderno properly supported), for the casual deference to dispel cupio and tabula rasa, I feel-a cost of being targeted by the most colorful and offensive expletives and being penalized by 99% of readers-backed e-oooops! - absolve him: as soon as prone newfound spirituality and pacifism forced, so suspicious and disgusting, which follows with conviction who knows how much the angel, the fairy, the Divinity, the honey and cotton candy, this grueling repository of casus belli, heroism and humor of Atomic erostratico sounds like a masterpiece.
Buy it, acquisitelo, before it goes out of print.
O again and finally outlawed.
(1997)
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