A Carnivore's Inquiry
A Novels, Gothic, Fiction book. He belonged to the Adirondack Club, or something like it. It meant that...
Twenty-three year old Katherine has just left Italy for New York City, but what has propelled her there is a mystery. She strikes up an affair with an older Russian �migr� novelist met on the subway and moves into his apartment. But her allusions to a frighteningly eccentric mother and tyrannical father suggest a somberness at the center of her otherwise flippant and sardonic demeanor. Restless, she journeys from literary New York to rural Maine then across the US and into Mexico, trailed everywhere she goes by a string of murders. As the ritualistic killings begin to pile up, Katherine comforts and inspires herself by meditating...
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- Pages: 304 pages
- ISBN: 9780802142009 / 802142001
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Theyd done a good job with the head, the great drooping lips and meaty cheeks. The soprano sang to the head for close to half an hour. I looked over at Boris. He was tapping on the floor with his foot. His pants had ridden up and the sock on his right foota thin black nylon sockhad slid into his shoe. There was about a two-inch space of exposed fleshy ankle. I reached down, carefully, slowly, and pulled up Boriss sock. Boris looked over at me but didnt care, and soonwithout much explanationthe opera ended. Sabina Murray, A Carnivore's Inquiry: A Novel... Autumn Cannibalism depicts a plastic couple in intimate embrace in the act of eating each other. Although the features are not uniformly renderedthe hands detailed, the heads leavening into each other like rising breadthe anthropophagy is clearly a function of sexual intimacy. The man pinches a doughy inch from his lovers waist while spooning cream from the breast region (although there is no breast here, only a white enameled flatness) while the womans left arm dangles about his neck, her hand languidly holding a knife. The knife cuts into the torso... He belonged to the Adirondack Club, or something like it. It meant that he had climbed all the Adirondacks. How many Adirondacks are there? I asked. And he answered me, but the information never made it into my head. I saw his mouth moving. I saw the number floating in the air and then it evaporated. I also saw, from Rand Randleys overly friendly expression, that he was as tortured as I was by the conversation, but neither of us could seem to stop. Thats a lot of mountains, I said. Can you excuse me for a minute? Sabina Murray, A Carnivore's Inquiry:...
At first, this book really reminded me of "Here Kitty Kitty" (Jardine Libaire). She seems drunk, obsessive, self destructive, barreling down the hill into homeless (and hopeless), desperate hell. But then...then there is something else happening in this book. It's a very slow reveal, as the narrator is hiding from herself. And the freakish... Halfway through this, I realized that I just didn't care what happened in the rest of the book. I couldn't care less about the boring narrator or the uninteresting people she spent time with. There were some good moments in the beginning. The masturbating orangutan anecdote is perfect. Much of the cannibalism is interesting. But, in... American Psycho , but female and much, much better.
