You Had Me At “An Ostrich Full Of Rohypnol”

I just finished reading Warren Ellis’ “Crooked Little Vein”.

It is the most depraved, lunatic thing I’ve ever read, written as though Dashiel Hammett had given up alcohol for some homebrewed viagra, PCP and drain cleaner concoction he’d cooked up in his basement.

It is so great. I strongly encourage you to pick one up, though I should tell you that’s conditional: if you have a low squick threshold, avoid.

Further, if you don’t know your squick threshold is because you don’t know what a “squick threshold” is, the process of learning what that means should give you a very clear idea where you stand on the subject – think of it as a fractal self-discovery process, except (possibly? depends!) pinker and squishier. This is need-to-know stuff here, seriously. Think I’m kidding? Read the book and tell me I’m wrong, and that jumping in blind is just fine.

One Comment

  1. Alex
    Posted July 31, 2007 at 3:31 am | Permalink

    I think one of the most hilariously telling things about the book is the William Gibson quote on the back of the dust jacket: “Stop it. You’re frightening me.”