Dead Inside

“I'm smiling as I let the smoke out of my lungs and into the warm July night. In my mind, I'm already unwrapping the bandages.”

wow, this was god-awful. how many times can one book repeat the line “i fuck dead girls”? like, i think we get it: you have an “dark and edgy” sense of humor and hate women! get in line with all the other male shock horror authors. the writing style, dialogue, and character development were all absolute dogshit.

literally every page is a corny description of necrophilia and/or cannibalism to the point where i was bored and cringing not even at the graphic content but at the complete lack of any semblance of talent or self awareness that the writing displays. you can definitely do exploitative and disturbing content well, but Morrison clearly does not understand how.