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Children of Venus is, essentially, a book about hot dogs. It begins with a panoply of lips and anuses, blends them all up together, and then tries with unflinching hope to make some sort of useable sense out of the whole mess. It is a refutation of space-defined time and the cycles of need and of existence which lead to the degradation of the individual as well as the nullification of language and true experience that such cycles induce.
Reviews:
A finger in the face of chronology. A Dadaist romp that would make Duchamp blush...this boy aint right. --Brandine Kilpatrick, independent press.
Pointlessly vulgar. --Owner, The Book Tavern, Augusta, GA.
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