My Favorite Transgressive Fiction Books
Recently I posted a blog explaining what Transgressive Fiction was. By doing so, my mind started to go back in time and think about the books I’ve read, the ones that sparked my interest in this genre. For a while, I’ve had my transgressive story idea, something real but at the same time lunatic, raw and a tad adventurous. Nevertheless, my penchant for writing horror kept me away from it. But it was there. It never left. It was like an itch you have because you haven’t taken a proper shower in over a week. Gross. I’m glad it never went away, though. Now you can find the novel, the first of a series, on good ol’ Amazon. Before you do that, however, why don’t you take a look at these books I’ve read in the past, the ones that started up that itch in me?
‘I Miss the World’ by Violet LeVoit
“What a great, fucking story!” was the first sentence that came out of my mouth when I finished this book. It was like an orgasm, and the only thing I wanted to do was have sex with the book for the rest of my life… if that was somehow possible. LeVoit makes a conversation between siblings impressive throughout most of the book. I Miss The World feels like you are reading a random Facebook post, and the only difference is that this one is interesting.
‘Choke’ by Chuck Palahniuk
Fight Club, another book by Palahniuk, is a great novel, but Choke was the book I found to be the most satisfying. Those of you who enjoy Palahniuk’s early work will enjoy this as well. Using the same minimalist style, Palahniuk dives into the odd world of a sex addict. There’s no doubt this story will maintain your interest. Its funny, disgusting, and touching, all at the same time. A common complaint of Palahniuk’s work is the similarities of the narrators in his stories. Though I am a huge fan of his work and would normally defend his work, I must say that Victor Mancini reminded me of lead characters in past Palahniuk novels. However, this is not a bad thing if you have enjoyed Chuck’s older novels. Overall, it is an excellent book.
‘Audition’ by Ryu Murakami
This 190-page novel tells the story of a middle-aged widower looking to remarry. A filmmaker friend proposes that they do a casting call for a movie that they never intend to film. In this manner, they hope to find a perfect wife for Aoyama. What follows is a very slow but a gradual, suspenseful build-up toward a horrific conclusion.
‘The Sexy Part of the Bible’ by Kola Boof
After reading four books by Kola Boof, I must say that she is by far the most interesting and talented new writer on the scene. “The Sexy part of the Bible” is a tour de force that I cannot get out of my mind. It’s not an easy book to describe. But I am ready to declare that Kola Boof is the new Toni Morrison, Zora Neale Hurston, Ayaan Hirsi Ali and Sylvia Plath all rolled into one. This book and her amazing love story “Flesh and the Devil” prove it beyond a doubt.
‘Tampa’ by Alissa Nutting
Ms Nutting is a terrific writer who captures great characters and tells an interesting story. But it is quite disturbing. The age of the characters brings this sex romp to a whole new level of disgust. It’s hard to understand a character when you keep wanting to turn away from the pages. But, like watching a car accident in progress, her writing keeps drawing you back in.
‘American Psycho’ by Bret Easton Ellis
Sometimes hard to read because the person who is narrating the book is basically insane. He does not know the difference between reality and fantasy. He is focused on what people are dressed in, then the next moment, he “thinks” he is killing them. But, I won’t tell you anymore than that about the book. There are differences in the book then the movie. It is still a very interesting read.
‘Filth’ by Irvine Welsh
Though I’ve read (and watched) “Trainspotting” several times, this is the first book I’ve read by Welsh. And, as I mentioned in a previous post, D.S. Robertson and Galuri Outis have a thing or two in common. I love the way he shines a merciless klieg light on this character, exposing every pockmark and pustule (literally). I found myself enjoying every debased impulse and misplaced justice, no matter how cringe-inducing. And I appreciated Welsh sprinkling in a few scenes that were sit-com funny, as they provided a sense of genuine comic relief. It may be years before I can again bring myself to witness the utter atrocity that is D.S. Robertson, but in the meantime, I will judge every other literary ne’er-do-well by the standard he has set.