Exquisite Corpse

> Despite certain reviews suggesting this book would be too much to handle or so detestable that saying you enjoyed it/liked it would inadvertently guarantee ostracization from most of society, I found this read to be rather disappointing for my taste (not to say I wanted to be destroyed as I was anticipating). Of course, your experience may vary. Save for a few nauseating passages, the narrative was far from unbearable and rather very engaging and tasteful thanks to its often purple (though not smothering) prose; additionally, the especially disturbing passages, I thought, were balanced out nicely by otherwise tamed and intellectual commentary, even if said commentary was bleak as black. Bold, vivid, and cautionary are just a few superlatives I'd award this project, and my morbid curiosity and interest in the macabre and nihilistic world of fiction Brite embraces unabashedly piqued and steadied throughout this exquisite experience, indeed. While not viscerally too much to stomach, Brite did successfully heighten a certain anxiety of mine to a paranoiac level of fear that I'd never felt (nor thought I'd ever feel) about everyday people around you. All I'm gonna say is: you never really know someone completely.