So this is the book I wish everyone was reading right now. I need to be able to talk to more people about it, because it's amazing.
If you can imagine somewhere between Snuff and Crooked Little Vein, with a hint of Black Mirror thrown in, you're sort of close to getting a sense of Not In The Eye's place on the literary spectrum. It's satirical and transgressive with a sophisticated yet infectiously anarchic kind of humour; raucous, but urbane, and deliciously subversive.
Set in the adult entertainment industry of our culturally bankrupt future (From Chapter 1: "Human Millipede 6 was the highest-grossing movie of the summer and returned Nicholas Cage to Oscar-winning status."), the narrative unfolds as an oral history, through a series of interviews with the key players in a moment that changed the porn world forever. Self-proclaimed "Godfather of Nu-Gonzo journalism", Indigo Julius, investigates the story behind the revolutionary phenomenon, subjecting his interviewees to some tender probing, in order to get to the kernels of truth in their often conflicting versions of events.
It's a hilarious indictment of the worst aspects of humanity, and a surprising celebration of some of the better angels of our nature. If all of that, a ton of pop/geek culture references and a bunch of weird future-porn fetishes aren't enough to convince you, then take a look at the photo of C Z Hazard and his kitten. See? Cute, huh? Now buy his weird book about fuck-movies.
One last quote to take away from Not In The Eye: “Only in California could the night air be lit not by fireflies, but radioactive porn star cumshots.”
