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Boy Parts follows the exploits of Irina Sturges, an acerbic Geordie fetish photographer who specialises in shooting 'interesting'-looking men.
there are figurines on his windowsill, and he has that akira poster that everyone has, as well as a bruce lee poster, and a bunch of pictures of some idol girl group. But then we are meant to believe that she was in fact traumatized by this so much so that now she herself is subjecting others to the type of trauma she was victim to.
Some of my favorite books focus on people who are varying degrees of horrible or 'messy' ( my year of rest and relaxation, luster, madame bovary, sula, pretend i’m dead, you exist too much, apartment, symptomatic, these violent delights, and a lot of the stuff written by authors such as shirley jackson, danzy senna, and joyce carol oates).
anyway bret easton ellis is a hack and i'm really drifting away from the point i was trying to make here. A six-foot redhead with a killer hourglass body, Irina knows the power of her sexual appeal and wields it mercilessly against everyone – from her best friend (and erstwhile lover) Flo to sweet, shy Eddie, a Tesco checkout boy she persuades to model for her. And a few months ago I was enthralled and disturbed by Titane directed by Julia Ducournau (who actually gets a mention in boy parts).Or the other way around, I think they’re funny and then someone else reads them and is like, ‘This is fucking horrible. The ‘hook’, that of a ‘pervy’ female photographer, had potential for the first 30% of the narrative. i usually don’t like when books are so boldly twenty-first century, but the way they were laced in felt natural and didn’t ruin the flow of the narrative. Like yes, protect queer relationships and let us be considered legal and normal, but also yes abuse can happen in them and we shouldn’t allow people to suffer in silence.
Such as the unhoused boy who possibly meets a bad end who should “feel thankful” for a place to stay and a starring role in her art. For example, after that guy forces himself on her…she wonders about whether she really wanted rough sex and why do women feel that they have to say yes to rough sex etc…which is a valid af point but I did not believe that someone like Irina would even bother to have such thoughts.Then things just get messy, and not a good kind of messy where I am enthralled by our mc’s unreliable and increasingly disconcerting narrative, but messy in a poorly executed kind of way. BOY PARTS is the incendiary debut novel from Eliza Clark, a pitch-black comedy both shocking and hilarious, fearlessly exploring the taboos of sexuality and gender roles in the twenty-first century. Early in the story, Irina goes to a party where she is meeting up with a guy who is there to make fun of the ‘I’m a Nice Guy Really’ type of men who claim they are feminists while trying to wrangle themselves out of being accused of SA. She's unpredictable and we don't know how much of her memory we can trust, which leaves hazy gaps and uncertainties throughout the story, which I loved.