Book The Pig And The House This was a disgustingly good book Loathe as i am to say this lol I don t think i had anything coherent to say while reading this past OMG I m just completely blown away
Book The Pig And The House This was a disgustingly good book. Loathe as i am to say this lol. I don't think i had anything coherent to say while reading this past OMG!!! I'm just completely blown away that someone, thought this up. Disgusting bit aside, Edward Lee is actually pretty damn good. You'd think this book would be bugged full of incoherent plot, but nope, the story was actually pretty damn good. Granted Book 2 was pretty meh compared to book 1 but still, great work.Would i read another Edward Lee book? well i wouldn't rule it out but hot damn not anytime soon that's for sure.. The Pig And The House are Books TWO OF EDWARD LEE S MOST INFAMOUS NOVELLAS IN ONE BOOK THE PIG You know, the traditional tale of a man with big city dreams and how one wrong deal can put you in the woods filming porn with junkie whores, sexual freaks, psycho mobsters and, oh yeaha pig THE HOUSE Thirty years ago a lot of very bad things happened in the way out in the woods Things that scarred thisTWO OF EDWARD LEE S MOST INFAMOUS NOVELLAS IN ONE BOOK THE PIG You know, the traditional tale of a man with big city dreams and how one wrong deal can put you in the woods filming porn with junkie whores, sexual freaks, psycho mobsters and, oh yeaha pig THE HOUSE Thirty years ago a lot of very bad things happened in the way out in the woods Things that scarred this house forever Now Melvin is there to investigate the so called haunted house He doesn t believe But he soon will as his dreams smash head first into the memories of a man sentenced to film the most atrocious sex acts imaginable and to experience the nightmare all over again.. Librarian Note There is than one author in the GoodReads database with this name.Edward Lee is an American novelist specializing in the field of horror, and has authored 40 books, than half of which have been published by mass market New York paperback companies such as Leisure Dorchester, Berkley, and Zebra Kensington He is a Bram Stoker award nominee for his story Mr Torso, and his short stories have appeared in over a dozen mass market anthologies, including THE BEST AMERICAN MYSTERY STORIES OF 2000, Pocket s HOT BLOOD series, and the award wining 999 Several of his novels have sold translation rights to Germany, Greece, and Romania He also publishes quite actively in the small press limited edition hardcover market many of his books in this category have become collector s items While a number of Lee s projects have been optioned for film, only one has been made, HEADER, which was released on DVD to mixed reviews in June, 2009, by Synapse Films.Lee is particularly known for over the top occult concepts and an accelerated treatment of erotic and or morbid sexual imagery and visceral violence He was born on May 25, 1957 in Washington, D.C and grew up in Bowie, Maryland In the late 70s he served in the U.S Army s 1st Ard Division, in Erlangen, West Germany, then, for a short time, was a municipal police officer in Cottage City, Maryland Lee also attended the University of Maryland as an English major but quit in his last semester to pursue his dream of being a horror novelist For over 15 years, he worked as the night manager for a security company in Annapolis, Maryland, while writing in his spare time In 1997, however, he became a full time writer, first spending several years in Seattle and then moving to St Pete Beach, Florida, where he currently resides.Of note, the author cites as his strongest influence horror legend H P Lovecraft in 2007, Lee embarked on what he calls his Lovecraft kick and wrote a spate of novels and novellas which tribute Lovecraft and his famous Cthulhu Mythos Among these projects are THE INNSWICH HORROR, Trolley No 1852, HAUNTER OF THE THRESHOLD, GOING MONSTERING, Pages Torn From A Travel Journal, and You Are My Everything Lee promises Lovecraftian work on the horizon.. Good Kindle The Pig And The House Repulsive from the first sentence, “Sissy looked at the shot glass full of pig semen and threw it back neat.” Grainy, soundless, 8MM film click, click, clicks through my body as I read this book. There are no words. There is no need. There are only horrific images and the repulsive smell of toxic inhumanity. I am disgusted with myself for being so captivated. I am filthy and vile. Why would I read such a foul and heinous exposition of madness. Why would anyone read this kind of filth? I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE. I imagine Ed Lee's brain is full of piles and piles of rotting, fetid, naked bodies. The mind of a sick, sick person. Those images are now inside me. They cannot be unseen. Ed Lee’s character, Leonard D’arava, is an intelligent, naive, farm boy. An idealistic, thoughtful writer/filmmaker, with dreams of someday winning Sundance. Leonard has a hopeful heart. He is an innocent. He is a dreamer. He has written a feature film called The Confessor. It is “a meld of Bergman and Polanski, with bits of Hitchcock and Fulci tossed in for spice.” It is a pensive musing . It is nice. It is who he is. It is who he aspires to be. ”So you’ve come to ask a question?” The vale’s graven dark oozes gossamer mists as if through pores. The writer thinks of sepulchers and uteri, of palls and wedding gowns and newborn pudenda and autopsy saws, and grave-dirt; he thinks of the fornication of opposites. […]The contrast makes him want to throw up right there at the confessor’s black-marble feet. All the world’s love against all of its loss. He sees beautiful flowers tossed into pits of excrement. He sees maggot-filled bodies and stray rot washed up onto beaches of pristine, white sand […] Fast-forward through optimistic aspirations, unfortunate happenings, and 18 months of story boarding every scene, camera angle, and light effect of his movie. All while being ass fucked and violated by every monstrous miscreant cock on the prison D Block. Fast-forward through the miraculously unsullied, still optimistic aspirations, and his one last act of untainted humanness, sending his film off to Sundance. Fast-forward, fast-forward, fast-forward. STOP. Leonard is a filmmaker for the mob. And he’s good. He makes scat flicks, nek flicks, snuff flicks, freak flicks, wet flicks and...it only gets worse. There are so many unspeakable, inhuman and, unfortunately, all too vivid images that go on, and on, and on. Through all of this, Leonard holds his idiotic innocence. It’s only after the pig arrives that Leonard loses his shit. Because of BACON! Because, DAMN, Leonard LOVES bacon. “Something quite out of character happened then. Leonard’s Happy Country Kitchen[…]turned into...a Charnel House. […] Leonard awoke to the pulsating thrum of crickets. “Oh, man. What a horrible dream!” Yet the first thing he saw after that was Snowdrop’s severed head, her tongue sticking out at him from her eye.” DANG, BACON! You really know how to fuck shit up, doncha? BACON IS FUCKING EVIL INCARNATE! And, when it’s cooked like Ed Lee cooks it, it’s oh so good, even when it’s bad! Why do I read such foul and heinous expositions of madness?