Reading. Dogs.

I am reading a lot right now. Reading seems to be the only thing I can think of. I don't have a specific project I'm working on right now so I feel kind of useless. But reading is good.

I read William Walsh's WITHOUT WAX which is coming out very soon from Casperian Books. It is a 'documentary novel' about a famous porn actor. I read the whole thing in one day. It is very well written and uses a lot of different forms, including documentary-type testimonies by lots of porn-related characters. It is funny and weird and very readably literary. Sex is fun to read about when it is written well. It reminded me of BOOGIE NIGHTS, which was a good thing. One of the parts of the book is about a guy going to participate in one of those break-the-world-record videotaped gangbangs, which made me jealous because I've tried to write a story like that several times and he did it very well. I like this book. I am going to write a full review of this for somewhere soon.

I read Jeff Parker's OVENMAN. I read it very quickly too. It is about a guy that works at a pizza place and skateboards and gets drunk a lot and gets in trouble and has shitty tattoos and his girlfriend dreams he is trying to kill her and she keeps bringing home animal skulls. I liked reading it. It was funny and was able to convey a subculture that no one else that I can think of has written about.

Next I am planning to read Haruki Murakami's AFTER DARK. I've read several of his books and I usually think I like them when I'm done but I never know why.

Would it be wrong if I killed my neighbor's dog? He has two. What if I killed just one of them? The small one has the most annoying bark I've ever heard. I would be killing that one for myself. If I killed the other one it would be for it, because it has to listen to the other dog all day, plus I think the owner is mean to it. He is always yelling for her to GET OVER HERE. I hate him. Instead of killing, I should break his window and set those dogs free.