Smonk by Tom Franklin
My rating: 4/5 cats
smonk!
excuse me, smonk!!!
smonk smonk smonk smonk smonk
now isn’t that fun to say??
one more time: smonk
i would rather just keep saying “smonk” than write this book report, even though i thoroughly enjoyed the book. it is just too tempting to smonk.
now i understand…
okay, but for serious, because goodreads is a place for the serious reviews of books, not just a place for made-up words that shout at you float after float after float.
this is my second tom franklin, and while i don’t think it was as good as crooked letter, crooked letter, it was a great read.
this book is a carnival of gore and unfortunate physical malformations and sex and cults and a parade of offensive behavior. this is not a book club book for ladies whose last book was the help. this is not even maybe a book for people who liked crooked letter. this is like mccarthy meets burroughs meets brautigan meets donoso all hopped up on mescaline.
animals will die. people will die. the streets will be flooded in blood and death will occur in the most improbable ways. underage prostitutes will murder their johns and seduce little boys all for a dollar.
birds will eat human eyeballs outta living men.
there will be cross-dressing and racism and sodomy and a glass eyeball will be repeatedly swallowed and …recovered. someone stabbed in the stomach will leak bloody rice from his wound. dogs will be burned.
but it is all presented comedically. or i read it that way. it is an absurdist book which eventually ends on a giggle, if you can giggle around all the vomit sure to be filling your mouth.
(maybe i should have stopped at smonk.)
i could probably write a better review of this, but right now i am too busy giggling over smonk.
