Frisk

The sleazeball of gay fiction. Dennis Cooper has something of a reputation as a writer of violent, disturbing, pornographic, mostly-well-written fiction. Frisk is the only novel of his that I've read, and it does live to that reputation. I've read a fair amount of disturbing stuff before (I'm a big fan of William S. Burroughs, I spent some time once reading de Sade, and I still try to read Les Chants du Maldoror from time to time.) Stuff like Frisk doesn't really suprise me, so I was suprised at how unpleasant I found the process of reading it. Maybe it's because it's not that well written, or too well written, or so contemporary I can't distance myself from it.