Should you read him? Probably not, and I'll tell you why in a minute (not watcha think).
I've got him on the shelf, two big telephone-book thick compilations, Justine, Juliette, that junk. Why? C'mon, once one gets this deep in a horror library, the tendency is too push it as far as you can--man, I've got Monk Lewis on that damn shelf. Not just horror, but any kinda far out insane tome I can find. But sometimes I wanna take those De Sade's and lock em in a box--it is, indeed, terrible, evil sh*t. The insane ramblings of incarcerated madman, his rants against God and humanity, his rage and pure, distilled madness...like having Hannibal Lecter's personal journals on the shelf. Most of its too embarrassingly disgusting for words--think of the worst things you can imagine and yer still NO WHERE near it.
But worse than this, I must insist, is how damn boring the stuff is. Repetitive, boring, formulated drivel--make no mistake, in the end they read as what they are, religious tomes (anti-bibles, you would say), and all of it boils down to this over repeated formula: philosophy, positioning (yeah, that kind), bloody orgy. Philosophy, positioning, orgy (ultimately resulting in some horrible death, or deaths). The philosophy is the worst--pages upon pages of rationing an evil design. Then the tortures and sexual stuff is almost glossed over, told in rapid fire set-up and performance, then back to philosophy (yawn) for another forty pages, of how nature is our true ruler and one should always do exactly as one desires, blah de blah blah...
My dear Marquis, I would ask, which of natures creatures ( except maybe for cats) delight in torturing others? Then I'd call him out for the hack that he was and send em to the headsman. How THAT cat missed the guillotine I'll never know.
Just BORING, man. Bah.
I've got him on the shelf, two big telephone-book thick compilations, Justine, Juliette, that junk. Why? C'mon, once one gets this deep in a horror library, the tendency is too push it as far as you can--man, I've got Monk Lewis on that damn shelf. Not just horror, but any kinda far out insane tome I can find. But sometimes I wanna take those De Sade's and lock em in a box--it is, indeed, terrible, evil sh*t. The insane ramblings of incarcerated madman, his rants against God and humanity, his rage and pure, distilled madness...like having Hannibal Lecter's personal journals on the shelf. Most of its too embarrassingly disgusting for words--think of the worst things you can imagine and yer still NO WHERE near it.
But worse than this, I must insist, is how damn boring the stuff is. Repetitive, boring, formulated drivel--make no mistake, in the end they read as what they are, religious tomes (anti-bibles, you would say), and all of it boils down to this over repeated formula: philosophy, positioning (yeah, that kind), bloody orgy. Philosophy, positioning, orgy (ultimately resulting in some horrible death, or deaths). The philosophy is the worst--pages upon pages of rationing an evil design. Then the tortures and sexual stuff is almost glossed over, told in rapid fire set-up and performance, then back to philosophy (yawn) for another forty pages, of how nature is our true ruler and one should always do exactly as one desires, blah de blah blah...
My dear Marquis, I would ask, which of natures creatures ( except maybe for cats) delight in torturing others? Then I'd call him out for the hack that he was and send em to the headsman. How THAT cat missed the guillotine I'll never know.
Just BORING, man. Bah.