Permanent Obscurity: Or a Cautionary Tale of Two Girls and Their Misadventures With Drugs, Pornography and Death (英語) ペーパーバック – 2010/4
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A youthful bohemian satire, a story of alienated nonconformists, a "girls on the lam" story, a sexploitation and S/M romp. Welcome to the psychosexual world of PERMANENT OBSCURITY. Inspired by the underground sexploitation films of the 1960s, this bold updating of the "roughie" subgenre largely takes place in New York City's East Village (ca. 2006), and it chronicles the rise and fall of a unique and intense relationship. Dolores and Serena, two chemically dependent, down-and-out artists set out to take control of their lives by making a fetish-noir/femdom movie. Of course, things don't exactly turn out as planned.
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Reading some of the passages in this book, I was often taken aback by the bluntness of the language, the rawness of situations/scenarios described within. I mean, how can this author be allowed to write such lurid depravity?!?!?! Where were the Gate-Keepers, the "Righteous Protectors" of societal morality, when this book was submitted? Perhaps asleep? Maybe too busy with their heads up their own arses(most likely the case)? How could this book be allowed to infect our sweet America? WE NEED ANSWERS!
Well actually, I don't. I clearly loved this sick demented book. I tend to leave pseudo moral outrage to people like Roger Ebert, or the hundreds of blowhards whining about Hostel on this very site (the types to give a pass to a film like Irreversible, because it's foreign, which makes it "High Art"...FOHWTB! I mean, c'mon people, A 10 minute rape scene is less offensive than 4 minutes of torture? ).
If uncie Russ Meyer was alive he would indeed approve, would've probably tried to adapt it to film. Mr. Richard Perez, you're a bad man, you're a very bad man...I SALUTE YOU!
The book is ostensibly about two girls' attempts to make a femdom movie. But it seems to be more a meditation on the nature of selfishness, and a challenge to the idea of art as meaning against the backdrop of contemporary American culture. It's also, I think first and foremost, a novel about youth and loneliness, the pitfalls, the glory, and the implications. The adult characters in this book are grown up versions of the younger characters and all of them are lost in a sea of hedonism and guilt. One of the key questions posed at the beginning of the book, whether Dolores Santana was a victim of circumstance (as well as all the other characters), remains up in the air, and Perez refuses to give-in to easy answers, ultimately challenging readers to fit their actions into our own 21st century morality.
Unlike Bret Easton Ellis, Perez resists the urge to treat his vacuous, self-absorbed, needy characters with contempt, and delivers wonderfully a believable and sympathetic justification for their often contemptible behavior, while still managing to write satire.
The book is also filled with understated humour and steamy sex which are the icing on the cake of a beautifully written, transgressive page-turner.