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Lisa Foads writing is lucid, intoxicating and original, Part poetry, part prose, The Night Is A Mouth tumbles through a myriad of sex, drugs and longing, The postmodern short story collection echoes works by Lynda Barry, Julie Doucet and Daphne Gottlieb, but is in a league of its own,

An earlier version of “Violent Collections, Anxious Supplements,” appeared in Red Light Superheroes, Saints and Sluts edited by Anna Camilleri, The subtle changes tighten and strengthen the story, while highlighting that all writing is process, Each revision whether it is an addition or subtraction creates another version, raw narrative or side to the story,

Foad explores various aspects of her carnival ride cast of characters, as they are brought to life with the gritty, bleak, wild and beautiful reality of being human.
She writes about aftermath of broken love and the predictable results of too much wine consumption in “Expulsion For Emetophobia, ” Various aspects of sex and sexuality unravels throughout the collection, yet is found in polarizing moments varying from a horrific rape to the discoveries of culinarybased masturbation in the story “Lost Dogs.
” Foad is bold, brash and fearless, No subject matter is too dark to shed some literary light on
Update, Dec: I just reread this book, and I've upped it tostars, One of the best books I've read in a long while, Also, my below review still stands,


Original review:

FILTHY!

Filthy and great! A great piece of literature that deals with a gritty reality many people deal with, Should be on everybody's reading list no matter who or what they are,

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When Gold and K met, it was love at first sight because it was not love at first sight,

The night was a mouth and the mouth was full, It was full of bad feelings and feeling sorry, and also, the blues, which were rabid,

Two girls. Breathless. They met, by mistake or not, at the corner of danger and not danger, which is the corner where the people with their creamcoloured clothing and their mouthfuls of mint gum rool up their car windows because they're afraid of the skinny people who hold out their hands and ask for help.


They did not like what they saw, In the inner corners of their eyes, devastion seething, In the apples of their cheeks, desperation rouging, In the gullies of their throats, jealousy starving,

All around them, the things that were beautiful were asleep, They should've been asleep.

They stared hard for a long time,

"Would you care for a cherry"

"I can't keep anything down, "

"I can't get anything out, "

They began to like what they saw,

And fingers laced, they walked, They walked in the direction of elsewhere, which was a direction that neither would have anticipated or could have planned,

Past the pawnshops and sex shops and tattoo parlours, the butcher shops and the video arcade, Through the schoolyard strewn with empty bottles of lemon gin and peach schnapps, birds crudely cut out of construction paper, Past the railroad tracks and the people sleeping inside newsprint, Past the kids playing with bricks, the men drinking out of paper bags, and the feral cats sleeping with their eyes open under the cars that hadn't yet been stolen.
They walked past

the shops that were in the middle of stickups, And the signs that said For Lease, and Final Score: Satan Zero Jesus Won, and Spare a Dollar,

They climbed on top of the night, And, crosslegged, they sat. They looked into the future, It looked much the same as the present and the past, the things they couldn't know, the things they didn't love, They agreed that everything that could be build could be torn down, They didn't know where to begin, " Reading queer Torontonian Lisa Foadsdebut short story collection The Night is a Mouth has been one of my strangest and most difficult reading experiences, I started the book with high expectations: I loved the title and the evocative, haunting image it brought to mind I thought Foads poem/essay in the queer issue of Poetry is Dead reviewed here was gorgeous and full of dazzling imagery.
Also, I really loved the artwork by Sonja Ahler and the lettering on the cover I totally judge books by their covers all the time, by the way, and I dont see anything wrong with that.
Imagine my frustration, then, when I began reading The Night is a Mouth and I just couldnt get into it, I started reading it, and put it down, Then I started it again two weeks later, from the beginning again, I fully admit that at this point I am writing a review of this collection without having actually read it to the very end, . .

See the rest of my review on my blog: sitelink wor Both bold and delicate, this collection of eloquently written stories delves into issues of desire, sex and sexuality, and misfits with a variety of tales, The experimental writing swiftly moves through inventive, esoteric plots with a brazen voice that extends an invitation to readers to relate to impossibly private lives, Fearlessly exploring those things culturally considered grotesque and monstrous, these thoughtprovoking stories find a beauty and intimacy in unlikely characters and their arcane stories, Really REALLY weird. Tight as hell. Like, concise to a fault, The first page of a new story always swept me up but took a few pages to set me down, Each story had it's themes, it's cyclic system, and it kind of bored me after a few, I got the feeling that the final story was her oldest, more wriggle room in sentences and I liked it the best, sitelink post a comment.