Hellion's diary of a troubled life as hunter and despiser of
men.Lunch, a musician, writer and photographer, was a grimy and
dark princess during drug-haunted Manhattan's nihilistic No Wave
movement of the early '80s. Here she recounts time spent amidst the
artists, scenesters, druggies and occasional murderers who made up
acquaintance. Lunch was spurred to sexual aggression by a childhood
of abuse in upstate New York, and later into nympho-maniacal
behavior and rampant drugging. "New York City did not corrupt me,"
she writes. "I was drawn to it because I had already been
corrupted." She hated men but flung herself at them, the worse the
better. Reproducing the pathology of abuse, the cycle of pain
received and inflicted, she grabbed and discarded with abandon,
making a specialty of deflowering 14-year-old boys. The pell-mell
prose gives the book an immediacy that's hard to shake, and Lunch's
headlong plunge into manic devastation and corruption at times
recalls the better work of William S. Burroughs. No wonder that
Hubert Selby Jr., author of Last Exit to Brooklyn, was a mentor of
sorts to this evil angel of extremes. As Sonic Youth front-man
Thurston Moore (another No Wave vet) puts it in his blank verse
afterword, "She can lure fascist beasts to honey with a whiff of
her thigh. She can eviscerate them in their own hideous pools of
selfish shame."Frantic and overdone, but strangely honest rantings
from a modern-day Genet. (Kirkus Reviews)
Lydia Lunch's outspoken performances and projects have established
her as a leading force in the global artistic undergound. In this,
her first major literary work, Lydia offers an account of her sex
life and numerous affairs.
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