Lazy

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Summary: peter soto total abuse to lazy
Review: i once stood in a library and listened to a conversation between a libarian and a guy in his 40s he had asked the week b4 for a serious read a classic and she had apparently recomended metamorphosis by franz kafka it was stupid he said angrily all about some bloke who turns into a cockroach.well if you dont know what a metaphor is dont buy this book.however if you can stand having your face rubbed in the reality of sexual abuse and the way our society is complicate both by our elevation of abusers to the posistion of outlaws "bad men and women" and the way the media uses these crimes to titilate the public in the guise of information you will be wiser and sader 4 the experiance
just compare the glory hole massage parlour sex with the carrot and stick sexuality the media sells to us and the purile articles from the press with the more honest but equally repugnent child porn exchanged in dark hallways
truly our children have inherited the world we deserve.
lydia lunchs paradoxia is well worh reading before or after as a companion piece but both will show you things about yourself you would prob rather not know.

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Summary: Sotos' best since Total Abuse
Review: I wish I could reproduce my full review of this book here, but it's longer than a thousand words and besides, it violates all kinds of terms that Amazon has set for its reviews. Sotos gives us the goods about the Sensation art exhibit, King Ian and Queen Myra, the back rooms of adult bookstores, prostitution in Chicago, you name it. It's all here, and it's all captured beautifully in its hazy, base, disgusting glory. Sotos writes about a part of society that few people are even aware of, and if they were aware of it, they'd probably wish they weren't. And that's where the power and importance of Sotos' writing lies, in the confrontation of discovering about parts of life you didn't know existed before.

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Summary: More of the same...
Review: It's unfortunate that this is so predictable, because Sotos is fairly exciting in his way. The author knows he's mining the same ground, and the title is a self-depreciating joke. He's too lazy to take the risks of owning kiddie porn, so he writes his own. We buy it, and he writes some more. He is incredibly honest about emotion and biology and motivation, and the portrait he paints of humanity is dead-on accurate. He frames it in impulse and more and more bad decisions that lead to so many cheap lives and cheaper excuses for them. Further, he examines the lies the press tells when some ghetto filth winds up murdered. If you don't get the joke, don't buy this. If you do get the joke, I think TOTAL ABUSE is a much better introduction to this man's train of thought. After having plowed through his entire canon, it's tough to maintain interest in another trip to the booths. Pretty funny to see mention of different porn palaces I remember from my days in the Windy City, though. But, as the title implies, it's more solipsism and less of the venom of his early days, when killers acts were lovingly recounted so as to come alive on the page, with references to Nazis and torture-murderers as GENIUSES. There's no competition for this to speak of, so I still give this 4 stars. I hope the next one mines some new territory. The better joke may be that this stuff does sell.

Rating:
Summary: More of the same...
Review: It's unfortunate that this is so predictable, because Sotos is fairly exciting in his way. The author knows he's mining the same ground, and the title is a self-depreciating joke. He's too lazy to take the risks of owning kiddie porn, so he writes his own. We buy it, and he writes some more. He is incredibly honest about emotion and biology and motivation, and the portrait he paints of humanity is dead-on accurate. He frames it in impulse and more and more bad decisions that lead to so many cheap lives and cheaper excuses for them. Further, he examines the lies the press tells when some ghetto filth winds up murdered. If you don't get the joke, don't buy this. If you do get the joke, I think TOTAL ABUSE is a much better introduction to this man's train of thought. After having plowed through his entire canon, it's tough to maintain interest in another trip to the booths. Pretty funny to see mention of different porn palaces I remember from my days in the Windy City, though. But, as the title implies, it's more solipsism and less of the venom of his early days, when killers acts were lovingly recounted so as to come alive on the page, with references to Nazis and torture-murderers as GENIUSES. There's no competition for this to speak of, so I still give this 4 stars. I hope the next one mines some new territory. The better joke may be that this stuff does sell.

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Summary: Great Read
Review: Peter Sotos' Creation Books trilogy makes beautiful writing out of the ugliness of sex. The subject matter is the exact opposite of the flirty sexuality mainstream culture puts out. Extreme graphic detail on all types of sexual realities, not dumbed down and polished for mass consumption. Sotos writes about women, homosexuality and other topics stripped of all their political silliness, and leaves just the bare facts and emotional damage.


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Summary: Garbage
Review: [...]

This is probably the worst thing I have ever read. It's basically just Sotos' nonsensical, meanderings on child pornography and homosexuals using glory holes, interspersed with quotes from newspaper articles about child abductions and what not. I'm not sure what effect this is supposed to have on the reader, but I was pretty much just bored by it. It feels like just a bunch of random words about pedophilia and other disturbing subjects thrown together, with nothing really holding them together to give the reader something to focus his attention on. I expected this book to be disturbing. It wasn't. It was tedious. I couldn't help but skim over much of it. Upon finishing this book most people will ask themselves like I did "what was the point?" and "Can I have my (expletive deleted) money back?" Avoid this book like you'd avoid condomless intimacy with Magic Johnson.