Book Review: ‘Sorry I Ruined Your Orgy’

29 11 2010

You’ve probably wondered what it would feel like to get into someone else’s head, right?

And if you ever had to get lost in another person’s thoughts, I’d wager that you’d never find your way out of those of Bradley Sands…

…because with every twist and turn, this author delves further into the bizarre.

I recently had the opportunity of reading Master Sands’ latest offering of all things mind-blowing and unsettling and perplexing and absolutely bizarro: SORRY I RUINED YOUR ORGY. ‘Strange’ is a word that doesn’t quite cover it, and if things that seem disjointed or unrelated aren’t your cup of tea, then I wouldn’t recommend this book. I’m sure it’ll make your logical mind bleed while screaming a silent ‘no no no’ in the deepest recesses of human rationality.

That said, I quite enjoyed it – even if a lot of things didn’t make sense to me.

[There’s only a scarce chance that I’d put down a book without finishing it, anyway.]

From time travelling giraffes, lunch with Hitler, the mountain attempting to climb the man and Hallmark cards gone terribly awry, this short story collection spews up imagery and prose (with long descriptive story titles) in both long and short bursts – like a spastic volcano or faulty (and jaunty, I might add) kitchen tap.

Readers of Afrikaans literature might be able to draw a comparison with some of the works of Breyten Breytenbach, though his writings seem to make far more sense than what truly bizarre fiction has to offer. I suppose it is this correlation that ‘stopped’ me from rejecting Sands’ work and sending the PDF to the unknown depths of the Deleted Items receptacle.

My ‘favourite’ story, only one page long, has to be “The Ghost Parade” – the man’s cat ‘saves’ him and becomes a multi-millionaire, so if you know me (and I hope that you as readers do by now), there’s no question why this tale of the surreal and warped should stand out above the rest for me.

Though I do not feel myself to be much of a critic and thus find myself unable to truly rate fiction – writers know how this feels, since the fear of your own work being rejected always seems to come into play here – but I will say that lovers of bizarre literature will be clapping their hands in apparent glee once they get their hands on SORRY I RUINED YOUR ORGY.

Sometimes a man in a bear costume isn’t just a man in a bear costume…

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2 responses

1 12 2010
john

makes me want to drink alchoholic beverages

13 12 2010
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