Closer

If you like the desperation of A Little Life, but want it not told by a straight woman, this might be for you. Only read if elephant skin seems thin to you. 

For me, plotless stories are always a hit or miss, but with Dennis Cooper, something about the scene he sets up, the characters involved, always makes me so fascinated. 
This is a type of horror that I've really come to enjoy. Slow, disturbing, and you're wondering where the hell it's headed. The characters all come from difficult backgrounds, and are very detached, if I can say that. 
I understand this book isn't for everyone but it terrifies me and I love it.

Not my favorite Cooper, but super good nonetheless. Devoured it. Love his writing style so much.

Feels kinda like a prototype to a lot of the themes he really leaned into later in The Sluts.

There's this vibe/tone Cooper's book exist in; something I'd maybe describe as like, lonely nihilism driven by a core of yearning? Or maybe like absurdist meaning found through transgression/self-destruction? It's a tone that speaks to me more directly than basically any other author. I imagine we'd get along.