Cows

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In 2014 he was nominated for the Grand Prix de Littérature Policière – France’s most prestigious award for crime and mystery writing. Monstrously fat and murderously driven, referred to only as The Hagbeast, the mother employs her own unique version of dinnertime cuisine as she attempts to bring about the demise of her only child.

The word is out that Cows is every bit as dark and deranged as Iain Banks' classic The Wasp Factory. I should have known what to expect, as I have read extreme horror and bizarro before, but unlike similar works with reviews that simply state things like "Balls to the wall!We don’t share your credit card details with third-party sellers, and we don’t sell your information to others. I've never read something so ridiculous, so poorly written, so completely embarassing in terms of "extreme literature". She is the new tenant upstairs and Steven knows this is his only chance to have that "perfect family".

It's shocking-by-numbers: talking cows, blood and guts, bestiality, coprophilia, all handled with a complete lack of imagination. There is an apathy and numbness in even the most privileged of us that drives us to further instant dopamine hits from our social media and from our fentanyl-laced heroin. Stokoe has continued to explore his uniquely dark view of lives lived in the modern world, and in 2014 was nominated for the Grand Prix de Littérature Policière – France’s most prestigious crime writing award – for his novel, EMPTY MILE.I’m going to do my best to stay spoiler free, but I wanted to just say – this is a book that if you need any sort of trigger warning, you’ll not make it very far into it. Stokoe does a masterful job of showing various forms of mental health issues and how Steven, while suffering through his own issues, keeps trying to find hope and positivity.

A purer version of this book could be imagined, in which nothing violent or perverse happens, but the world is full of stench, slime, and opportunities for nausea. Translated and published around the world, his books have set new boundaries in urban horror and gritty, pull-no-punches noir. Or where I had to simply absorb what I had read before I tried feeding my brain more images and more pain. The decision to allow the tangling of their lives had provided a veneer of distraction with which she could lightly cover the knowledge that all the systems of her soul and body, progressively corrupted since birth, were still degenerating unstoppably.A purer version of COWS could be imagined, for example, in which nothing violent, immoral, psychotic, or perverse takes place, but the world is full of stench, slime, and opportunities for nausea. Steven is 25, he lives with his mother, the Hagbeast, and they attempt to best each other in abusiveness within a no exit scenario.

Before, when she was alone, the dripping accretion of neuroses in the deep pools of her guts was a rain sound across all of life.I couldn't really recommend this to anyone, but if you're an inveterate reader with a stomach of steel and a mind of wide open space, then, if nothing else, this book will be unlike anything you have ever read before. Mother's corpse in bits, dead dog on the roof, girlfriend in a coma, baby nailed to the wall, and a hundred tons of homicidal beef stampeding through the tube system.