kupcho1
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For me, that would be The Royal Family by William T. Vollmann. I only wish I'd read the NYT review before reading this book.
I'm no prude, but man this guy's got issues. The Royal Family is the only book that I've ever thrown directly into a garbage can after finishing it. I'd have probably set it afire if I hadn't finished while traveling; I don't think the hotel would have appreciated it.
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It is primarily Vollmann's own fixation on street prostitution that's to blame. On this subject, ''The Royal Family'' is positively corpulent with anecdote and detail, of which let the following be a representative example (although it's exceptional in being printable by this newspaper): ''Just that day on Ellis Street he'd met a stinking girl who lived in the Lincoln Hotel and who had begged him for money for epilepsy medicine, a favor he'd granted her; she'd said God bless you and kissed him with her reeking herpid lips; she'd said: If you ever need a woman. . . .''
I'm no prude, but man this guy's got issues. The Royal Family is the only book that I've ever thrown directly into a garbage can after finishing it. I'd have probably set it afire if I hadn't finished while traveling; I don't think the hotel would have appreciated it.
Whatcha got?