/f/ board sprawled out with greasy ink on cheap paper. I had better luck making sense of The Soft Machine after taking too much Thorazine, yet it had none of the Burroughs charm. If the cut-up method was applied, it was only to my expectations of enjoyment, or at least grim forbearance. It reads like eunuch fanfic in which magical latex plays a key ingredient. For a book which had a lot to do with penetration, I found it singularly impenetrable. Would that the author had waited a few more years, "Richard McBeef" could have been included as a bonus chapter and increased the publications's merits threefold. It's not often a book says to me, "You are a fool for reading me. I despise you. Not only have you wasted your time and money thus far, but you have a better return on future related efforts by chewing up my pages and hoping that, instead of choking to death, you spit out a winning lottery ticket for a Big Mac." And I hate Big Macs.Bizarro isn't really a new genre. Just a new term. For decades, people have been going into bookstores and video stores looking for the weird stuff. To them, "weird stuff" is a genre, just like horror or science fiction. But it has never been given an official name before. Until now.It's not that you can't give that stuff a name, it's that you can't deliberately write for that effect, because your deliberate intention puts you at an ironic distance that you can't leap over. It's why Ed Wood can't come close to being as bizarro as Plan 9 From Outer Space, despite/because of having a vastly superior cast, director, budget, etc. Shatnerquake sounds like the sort of idea someone had after seeing some of Shatner's music videos, but I really can't imagine it surpassing "Mr. Tambourine Man."
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