If you would like to see Kathy Acker and William S. Burroughs chopped and slammed together in a psycho-sexual clusterfuck, read this book. Funny, subversive, and tender by turns.Jan
possibly the most intense book i've ever read...and not for the squeamish or prudish! i need to read it about 60 more times to get a grasp on it, but it's wonderful. bellamy has a way of making the basest human instincts attractive and often beautiful.Ipsith
Cunt-Ups is an intense array of hyper-collaged sentences mostly about sex, and being fucked. Where most texts would take that experience and chloroform it to the essence of a dick joke or a doily, Bellamy’s configurations of cut-up sentences, inspired by the processes of William Burroughs and Kathy Acker, make the language act as if it is in the process of sex itself. Gender shifts and perspective shifts and grammar shifts midsentence carry a wild lyrical energy. Each line surprises. The text seems to want to make you fuck it too, using language as a drug that gets you spun up in the limbs in blenders. One could get done hard by pretty much any of the lines: “You used sleeping pills which were placed in my clit, which was so sensitive that I didn’t like it dismembered.” Or: “We keep fucking until we’re ash, leaving a smell as of horn, I must have come because it’s like the first time, I have to pass through this trying ordeal SO LARGE we would all be speaking and I awaken to your spiritual breasts, a perfect sphere of life everlasting, and after my so-called death we reach the O-C-E-A-N O-F C-O-M-E.” Bellamy reserves no object for the thrall to wrap around. She bangs necrophilia against childbirth, murder, and dirty fucktalk with a want for more. At the same time it does not feel cheap, the way so much affectless sex writing can: it feels 4D. Lines that in lesser hands could seem purple for how clear they are about their intent change in midline to something of a wholly different feel: constant mental motion. It’s nice to see the animalian nature of the act rendered so closely to the affect of it, with a voice that shifts the way mood does, and changes its shape by what it wants. A confession that changes its speech’s shape. Anyone writing or reading about sex in any way should read this book, and read it hard.Matty B
confessional and diary style writing cut up into an enthralling word collage to designed highlight the repetition and verbage and sex of everyday life.Ailsa
I think I was expecting something along the lines of a poetic vagina monologues, and what I got was some brutally beautiful (but very cock focused) porn.So I spent most of it strung out between disgust and wonder, and I suppose that's a thing.I'm not giving this a rating because I was either not high enough, or too cock-averse/prudish to enjoy it fully, and that's my bad for not being the right target audience. The phrase 'cock foam' was just gross ew gross don't. And there were parts that went beyond ridiculous like 'my cock, i think it wants to go camping' which what.But then there's parts like 'Ýou can't see me because I'm still a thing. I want to keep loving you until my heart needs a mouth, my cunt is always speaking thickest secrets' and goodness gracious me I had a lot of feelings reading this and they weren't all extreme disgust so, you know, well done?Laura
so i read cunt-ups this weekend when visiting a good friend on her farm on the mendicino coast. i don't know if it was sublime northern cali cliffs, all the weed or what, but this book struck me as the full force it is. full force of the language of sex and disturbance - beyond the language Of sex - it is a language in sex - in all of its entanglements and enjabments holes and fillings. cunt-ups . very disturbing raw good stuff.Chris
Surrealism intersecting with pornography, mixed together with some violent Giallo-esque imagery, this book is creepy at the same time as it is erotic and alien. The swirling repetitions of language, the multitudes of strange coincidences in the juxtopositions, all of these things combine for a challenging and maddening read.