Is there anybody writing literary sex & violence that isn’t some fanboy/douche-bro/jackass/shockrockdick who ends up either moralizing everything in the most banal manner or acts all ennui-tic and detached / Why isn’t there anybody writing literary sex & violence that isn’t some fanboy/douche-bro/jackass/shockrockdick who ends up either moralizing everything in the most banal manner or acts all ennui-tic and detached.

The 1970s were not that long ago and there’s so much more that can be done.

*Edit* I guess what I mean is “whatever happened to sex & violence/sex & death tinged by the fantastique?”

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