“Giving up on this one. It’s alright, and the concept is pretty interesting, the whole book being a conversation between two people on a sex chat line. But without a narrative thread that I can see popping up (it’s more a bunch of non sequitur stuff) it would’ve been more interesting to me condensed into 100 pages or so. It’s a long time to keep going with what’s mostly two voices on the phone. Maybe it’s like a real phone call where an hour or so is about as long as I can go without something pretty personally at-stake happening.
Also, I’m betting this was pretty transgressive on its release, but now I can get books where someone lays out a graphic fantasy of a guy sexing all over a velociraptor on the Moon. Or maybe the velociraptor sexed on him. I can’t exactly remember. To be honest, the only thing I really remember about that book was the bro guy wondering whether it was gay for him to have sex with a male velociraptor. To which I thought, “That’s not the important question. If someone has sex with a Narwhal on Mars, I have about 150 questions before I get to ‘Wait, it wasn’t a dude narwhal, was it?'” There are just way more interesting pieces of ground to cover there. If the person who had sex with the narwhal insisted on telling me it was a dude narwhal on Mars, I’d be like, “Are you kidding me right now? We can get to that later, but I have a lot of more pressing questions we have to plow through first. Question 1: How the hell did you get to Mars? 2. Was the narwhal already there when you arrived? 3. How did the differing gravity affect your…” “