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Irina obsessively takes explicit photographs of the average-looking men she persuades to model for her, scouted from the streets of Newcastle. Placed on sabbatical from her dead-end bar job, she is offered an exhibition at a fashionable London gallery, promising to revive her career in the art world and offering an escape from her rut of drugs, alcohol, and extreme cinema. The news triggers a self-destructive tailspin, centred around Irina’s relationship with her obsessive best friend, and a shy young man from her local supermarket who has attracted her attention… Boy Parts is the incendiary debut novel from Eliza Clark, a pitch-black comedy both shocking and hilarious, fearlessly exploring the taboo regions of sexuality and gender roles in the twenty-first century.
I just could not get on board with the writing style or the characters. They were so simple and one-dimensional to me. Plus Irina was way too hateful of everything and everyone and too self-absorbed for reading this to be any fun. Kudos to everyone who finished it because it just was not for me.
Is doing coke off a toilet seat a real thing? the germaphobe in me is cringing so hard 🤢