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Might as well just cut my losses. The girl makes for dull company, obviously interested in talking, but wanting me to put in all the work. Before long Brian comes over, asking me to translate for some guy who barely reaches my shoulders. He asks me in aggrieved tones if my friend was the one going around touching people's heads. Some people just can't handle their Redbull.

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I know they're going to keep bugging us all night if we ignore them, and they seem intent on finishing this shit like men.

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As I'm washing the grit from my eyes in the shower, I catch sight of this delightful surprise: Yeah, I posted it Brian. Brian feels like a mountain fell on him and I want to get the hell out of Kaohsiung, so we pack our shit up, let Boris know we're taking off early, and make for Taipei. I could tell you about the trip back, but there's no need, just another overly air-conditioned train ride. You don't look so good. You don't smell so good either. Perhaps no, but I feel fine. That's my vacation through Taiwan. Honestly, it's probably going to be a while until I get to go on the next one. Children — Crimes against — Fiction. Delany takes his readers to the limit of readability — but as long as you keep reading, you repeatedly face up to some of the darkest and most carefully hidden parts of your own desire.

Presented in a similar format to the conquests of Walter in My Secret Life by Frank Harris and the narratives of de Sade, Hogg follows the encounters of the boy-narrator-protagonist in a catalogue of sexual and violent acts which he witnesses, or more often participates in, particularly in relation to the dirt-encrusted trucker come hit-man Hogg. Delany forces his reader through page after page of violence and abuse. As a reader I found myself varying between arousal and disgust and occasionally disgust at my arousalbetween groping my throbbing erection and plunging my hand into my crotch the way nervous children do, trying to find my shrivelled cock, which had withdrawn in horror at the narrative.

Reading Hogg makes you viscerally complicit. He smelled like a stopped toilet-stall, where somebody had left six months of dirty socks, in the back of a butcher shop with the refrigeration unit on the blink, on fire. The tube under his dick filled, retreated, filled again; and spilled enough spunk for three guys. Piss spurted all over his fly — I could see pee between the zipper teeth. Piss ran down my chin. He got my head — like I saw this really big-handed nigger hold a basketball, once, and turn it upside down without dropping it — and with his other hand wiped hard around his chin and face, smearing piss.

He rubbed his balls with wet fingers, pulled at them, while I leaked piss out of my lower lip. The current reprint by FC2 is the first time Hogg has been issued to a wider readership. Although Hogg is not autobiographical, the unnamed child protagonist and narrator would appear, in part, to be Delany. Hogg is an autobiography of the pornographic imagination. Here it is the kid who not only offers himself up as an object of the abject desirable, but it is he who actually embodies the corruption the other characters perpetrate. So were his big, big hands.


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