Boy Parts

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Why does she like horror movies that ape snuff films, and banned foreign movies with lurid rape scenes? The reason why I did not like this book has less to do with her being an unlikable c*nt and more to do with her being boring as f*ck. Effortlessly swaying from darkly disturbing to riotously funny, Eliza Clark’s clever and fearless novel about a photographer hunting for average-looking men for explicit shots is a perceptive window into sexual taboos and gender roles in the twenty-first century.

I found the logic at play in the narrative to be highly sus: Irina experiences misogyny and is objectified by the male gaze; Irina perpetuates misogyny + misandry and objectifies men, her models in particular.

With classics such as Ted Hughes's The Iron Man and award-winners including Emma Carroll's Letters from the Lighthouse, Faber Children's Books brings you the best in picture books, young reads and classics. Also, for someone who goes on scathing takes about ‘white people’ who pretend they are not ‘white’ but dance to The Smiths in this 'post-racist-Morrissey’ era and expresses frustration about the misogyny and classism rampant in her day-to-day life…it seemed weird that she would think sh*t like this ("I know I’m white, but there’s just a lot of white people White People-ing in a very small area, like it’s just some very, very densely packed mayo, you know?

When the mother of one young model – “I’d scouted him on the bus and suspected he may have been in sixth form” – tracks her down at her bar job, Irina leaves to focus on her photography, which she’s been invited to show at an exhibition of contemporary fetish art in London.Boy Parts may just take the prize for the most disturbing book I've read this year for a number of reasons. she is equally cruel and violent to herself as she is cruel and violent to others, destructive as much as she is self destructive. Irina, a beautiful twentysomething, picks up mediocre-looking men in places such as Tesco and photographs them in compromising positions. firstly, i saw that it's been compared to american psycho a lot and i do get it - particularly in the second half when the narrative gets increasingly more violent and dissociative - but honestly i don't think that's the most pertinent comparison when ottessa moshfegh's my year of rest and relaxation is like, right there with its Same Hat tone/style/characterisation and equally horrible-but-oh-god-mood protagonist. her 'THIS IS A GAYS ONLY EVENT, GO HOME' playlist finishes, then loops, and takes us back in with 'cool for the summer,' which i just hate.