The Girl Who Couldn’t Come by Joey Comeau
My rating: 3/5 cats
this is one of those books that is on the lower end of my three-star cat rating system. and it pains me to declare that, since i do loves me some joey comeau, but this is a collection of his sexxy stories, by which i of course mean his sexxy-gross stories, because this is joey comeau after all. and i’m just not into reading sexxy-gross stories, unless i am committed to laughing at them, like my forays into monsterporn. and i didn’t want to laugh at these, because they weren’t poorly written or stupid, they just weren’t for me. not even the one about the girl masturbating with the calculator.
but i didn’t hate it, because there were moments that were lovely, like this line from the story about the View Spoiler » relationship between a twenty-year-old woman and an eighty-year-old woman:
Our skinny waiter bowed and fawned over you, as though you were someone’s grandmother. He checked on us too often, asking, “Is everything alright, here? Is there anything I can do?” as though you were about to keel over. I wanted to tell him that you could snap him like a twig.
Instead, I put my hand on yours and I gave him the look, the lesbian look, the animal-crouched-over-her-family look, mixed with sex. This is mine. I will tear you apart.
He stepped back, still smiling politely.
i love that. i can see that. unfortunately, i can also see all the other sexxy bits in this, most of which are violent or masochistic, or blisteringly sad. and they just don’t do much for me as a reader, but that’s just me and my personal reaction to sexxy lit, and a whole collection of sexxy lit, even by my comeau…well, i couldn’t come, either.
