Samuel Delany's
Hogg:
This fucker is a SF writer, an open member of NAMBLA, and
current SFWA grandmaster (i.e. member of the highest echalon as far as I know). Among his most well known pieces of literary work is Hogg, a book about a little boy getting repeatedly raped over and over again. "Sure, we all know that, so?" Well my friend, have you ever tried to actually read it? Or even just the summary on Wikipedia? I don't know how any human being could read more than a single page and not immediately put it down, while being
absolutely sure about 4 things:
- Delany is 100% a pedophile.
- Everyone around him knows what he and his friends have done and just go silent.
- This world will never be pure again.
- Pat is fat.
Seriously though, it reads just like Paul "her finger tickled my anus" Weimer's fiction: an obvious self-insertion that serves no other purpose than to allow a pederast's sexual deviancy to flourish before an audience of his peers. It's beyond vile. From wikipedia's summary:
- At the start, the narrator is living with a Hispanic boy named Pedro and performing sex acts with older men in the basement of the dwelling for money, along with Pedro's teenage sister Maria. He engages in sex with Maria, Pedro, a gang of bikers, and a group of Black men. The narrator consistently assumes the bottom role in these sex acts.
- The quintet of rapists set out to complete their jobs, which grow in succession from a single woman, a woman and her wheelchair-using daughter, and a nuclear family—mother, father and son. Each successive job increases in violence, and the victims' young children (male and female) are also descended on by the pack.
- On the docks the narrator then meets two garbagemen (...) While having sex with the narrator outside, they plan to "borrow" the narrator from Big Sambo and keep him at their scow on a collar and leash. They are interrupted by Whitey, a cop who patrols the area, who also has sex with the narrator.
It goes on and on, that's just a taste of it. By then, I thought to myself
"Damn it, how the hell people read this shit and don't go asking some questions about these SFWA? Someone somewhere must have reviewed this book and thought it was weird!". So I searched for reviews, and the first thing that pop up was this, and I realized there's no hope for science fiction. Ever. Check out some excerpts this dude's review (from
Book review.
www.joshuasofaer.com
):
- Any review of Samuel R. Delany’s Hogg must prepare the reader for the explicitness of the content; an explicitness marked even before you begin to read the book by the keyword indicators in the peritext. [Yeah, no shit].
- Delany takes his readers to the limit of readability – but as long as you keep reading, you repeatedly face up to some of the darkest and most carefully hidden parts of your own desire. [...wait. Could you repeat that last part please?]
- Delany forces his reader through page after page of violence and abuse. As a reader I found myself varying between arousal and disgust (and occasionally disgust at my arousal), between groping my throbbing erection and plunging my hand into my crotch the way nervous children do, trying to find my shrivelled cock, which had withdrawn in horror at the narrative. Reading Hogg makes you viscerally complicit. [Yeah, I'm OUT.]
Jesus, even the reviewers!
And that's when I gave up trying to read ANYTHING else about this God Forsaken "book club", threw away my Asimov collection and decided that if Pat really wants to die on this hill, then I can't wait to see what happens nexxxst!
Fuck you Pat.