{"id":206,"date":"2003-11-09T09:27:47","date_gmt":"2003-11-09T13:27:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/?p=206"},"modified":"2003-11-09T09:27:47","modified_gmt":"2003-11-09T13:27:47","slug":"frenzetta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/?p=206","title":{"rendered":"Frenzetta"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.richardcalder.net\/\">Richard Calder<\/a>&#8216;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1568582293\/dhalgrenstevensh\"><em>Frenzetta<\/em><\/a> is a decadent fever dream of a novel. Set in a future where humanity is divided between the &#8220;pure&#8221; (reactionary straights) and the &#8220;perverse&#8221; (people who have been genetically re-engineered to include the animalistic in their nature; they include wolfmen, catgirls, insectmen, spiderwomen, among numerous others), the novel traces a delirious course through various scenarios of lust and catastrophe. The narrator, a zombie (seven-feet tall, supernaturally strong, but impotent, returned from the dead and remaining animate through a diet of fresh brains) and his beloved Frenzetta (a sneering 17-year-0ld punkette, half-rat, and fated to die in the throes of orgasm) wander through the continents of a decaying earth (in which former human technologies are gradually forgotten, due to the influence of the perverse, and the pigheadedness of the pure) searching for a deliverance &#8211; both sexual and existential &#8211; that they are unable to define. The novel&#8217;s philosophical reflections on the nature of desire are given with a light touch, never overshadowing the novel&#8217;s delirious, overwrought prose. All in all, the novel is sort of pop Bataille, a melancholy underwriting its numerous titillations, with an overwhelming awareness of the fatal clash of sex and death, but also a sense of futility and decay suggesting the unattainability of the ideal, even of self-annihilation.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.richardcalder.net\/\">Richard Calder<\/a>&#8216;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/1568582293\/dhalgrenstevensh\"><em>Frenzetta<\/em><\/a> is a decadent fever dream of a novel. Set in a future where humanity is divided between the &#8220;pure&#8221; (reactionary straights) and the &#8220;perverse&#8221; (people who have been genetically re-engineered to include the animalistic in their nature; they include wolfmen, catgirls, insectmen, spiderwomen, among numerous others), the novel traces a delirious course through various scenarios of lust and catastrophe. The narrator, a zombie (seven-feet tall, supernaturally strong, but impotent, returned from the dead and remaining animate through a diet of fresh brains) and his beloved Frenzetta (a sneering 17-year-0ld punkette, half-rat, and fated to die in the throes of orgasm) wander through the continents of a decaying earth (in which former human technologies are gradually forgotten, due to the influence of the perverse, and the pigheadedness of the pure) searching for a deliverance &#8211; both sexual and existential &#8211; that they are unable to define. The novel&#8217;s philosophical reflections on the nature of desire are given with a light touch, never overshadowing the novel&#8217;s delirious, overwrought prose. All in all, the novel is sort of pop Bataille, a melancholy underwriting its numerous titillations, with an overwhelming awareness of the fatal clash of sex and death, but also a sense of futility and decay suggesting the unattainability of the ideal, even of self-annihilation.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-206","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=206"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=206"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=206"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=206"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}