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Chargement... Äldreomsorgen i Övre Kågedalen : med appendix Minnen av morfar (original 1992; édition 1992)par Nikanor Teratologen
Information sur l'oeuvreAssisted Living par Nikanor Teratologen (1992)
   Aucun Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre.  jonfaith | Feb 22, 2019 |   Assisted Living may very well be the result of such a process. Interpreted by the gelded mandarins of American 'literature' as a warning about the neo-nazis under the bed or a reactionary broadside against political correctness, it is instead a spermatic blast of pure anger at the ridiculousness of contemporary(ish -- it was written in 1992) global society. The narrator is an adoptee/sex slave/boyservant of his (alleged) grandfather, writing a diary on wall paper remnants. They proceed to have adventures that would not be out of character for Dawn Davenport or William Lee, to say nothing of de Sade's four gentlemen. They murder families out on a hike, clubgoers in a city,nearly get swallowed by Cthulhu fishing -- in short, your average, healthy, grandpa/grandson homoerotic relationship. Enough spoilers though -- if you like weird, violent yet erudite shit, read it. (  ) noonaut | Jun 18, 2017 |  ) rakaloof | Dec 3, 2006 | ( ) Adammmmm | Sep 10, 2019 | aucune critique | ajouter une critique
The Marquis de Sade is alive and well and living in Sweden--or perhaps author Nikanor Teratologen is the devil himself, sending the English-speaking world a Scandinavian squib to remind readers that such reassuring figures as vampires and serial killers are no more frightening than pixies or unicorns in light of the depravity contained in one quiet suburb. Reading like a deranged hybrid of "Deliverance," "Naked Lunch," and "Tuesdays with Morrie," and rivaling "The 120 Days of Sodom" in its challenge to our assumptions as to what is acceptable (or not) in literature, "Assisted Living" presents us with a series of queasy anecdotes concerning an eleven-year-old boy and his grandfather, a monster for whom murder, violence, incest, drunkenness, and philosophy all pass as equally valid ways to spend one's time. Whether it's a study in excess, a parody of provincial proto-fascism, a clear-eyed look at evil, or simply a prodigious literary dare, "Assisted Living" is unlikely to leave you indifferent. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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Five stars for the first 100 pages and 1 for the remaining 224. Difficult to rate and review, Assisted Living tests the stomach of the reader but yields rich albeit uneasy laughter to the intrepid. The narrative occurs in rural Sweden, an elderly man and his grandson face the quotidian, with the targets of alcohol, incest, torture, rape, and murder. This occurs in a Sweden of the margins of the (already dried up) welfare state. A Sweden with no opportunity nor civility. Each page is a dense thicket of historical and literary references. Such bounty comes at a cost. It likely isn't for you. A simple exercise should suffice. Killing Jews is as about as difficult as gaying up Foucault. If that statement bothered you in the least, then avoid this and find your joy elsewhere. (