|About the Book|
I’ve gotten 97 pages into this one and am going to stop now. It is a remarkable book in many ways – the writing is powerful and clear, the images graphic and pointed, but there is simply too much fucking and not enough story for me. It is hardly surprising this was never made into the film Hughes apparently wanted it to be. This is a darker and more pornographic re-write of Under Milk Wood A Play for Voices, in many ways. But Thomas has infinite charm and the characters here just don’t seem as well crafted or differentiated for me to seem to remember who is who. (In the immortal words of Tom Waits, What was the girl with the snake skins name?) I’ve gotten lost repeatedly. I’ve no idea which of the versions of the priest is doing the fucking at any one time, but I’m assuming that both of them are getting far more than their fair share – but hard to tell.Also - this is not a play for voices - hardly anyone says a word the whole way through - something else that might have made it a difficult film to make.In another sense this is also a retelling of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde and the image of the Priest being split in two on the tree by the demons at the start and all of those dead bodies really is something else.But in the end I just couldn’t give a stuff about any of the characters and everything was told so breathlessly that I really needed to just say, look, enough, no more.Perhaps I shouldn’t have read it in snatches – so perhaps at some stage I will come back to it and give it an entire day and read the whole lot in one go – or then again perhaps not.