seriously. not one thing up a butt.

Flesh Gothic, by Edward Lee. A strong showing by Lee, in his always grotesque-yet-fun slasher-novel style (like a slasher movie, but with more over the top sex and violence). But, not his strongest, I'd say, on a couple of counts. One, for as sexual as the premise is purported to be (the narrative more than revolves around it, it's fairly obsessed with it), there's just not as much actual sexy stuff going on, to match it. Though I will note some wide-eyed creative ideas near the end. But that's the other thing, the ending just kind of fizzles after a book's worth of buildup; I think the climax could have been, not to pun, fleshed out a lot more. Mmm, kind of double pun, there. Also, an issue I've had with Lee, though I'm sure he's kind of playing-to-audience, and this is really a complaint about all of similar genre, to be fair, I suppose, is that it's staunchly heterosexual throughout. Oh, there's a gay character....who's celibate. All told, it's just chauvinistic how nothing of equal craziness happens to the male characters in the novel, and there was plenty of opportunity for it in this one.

And to go along with that, some penile facts, for your enjoyment (that's a real adjective, right?)

Spice Islands has lots of interesting trivia on...well...spices

If only they'd taught us history this way....actually, the more I read, the more they're bloody hilarious (more here)