I just got through Dennis Cooper’s new novel, My Loose Thread. It’s much like his other works but more cohesive. The same feelings are evoked… the bleakness, the torture, the obsession. The gaps between sentences are even more pronounced giving the mind something to torture itself with. All in all, a fun read for people who’ve experienced Cooper. For those of you who haven’t, don’t read it after a big meal.
It’s so hot I’m melting. Shit! I need red paint.