Tender Is the Flesh

started out intriguing. I was captivated, but in a way someone Is when driving past a bad car crash. you can't help but read this out of some morbid curiosity. halfway through the intrigue falls apart and the novel unravels. I felt like the author had a hard time deciding how to end this. the characters are all awful except the Main character. he's the one person in this book that actually like because he has his humanity still. then the book ends. your left hating everyone in it. it's morbid. dark. ultimately it falls flat on its face though, with no real direction.

A terrifying story of societal consent and compliance with madness. The author elaborates the horrible trickle-down effect capitalism does to a family man with the legalization of cannibalism when hit with a plague; from the stockyards, the killing floor, to big game hunting and unessecary laboratory testing, those who preside etch away at the narrator's sanity with their sadistic and psychopathic tendencies that make them powerful in this world with no one questioning their true nature. But the biggest horror is the indifference the people see themselves in their "livestock," with them trying to blend in to social standards on a consumer level. Do not see this as the authors attempt to persuade a vegan lifestyle with flipping the script, but rather how depraved humanity can be in justifying survival.

This was (obviously) very dark. It captivated me in the way that a tragedy would, where you can't look away because you need to know how it turns out. The ending gutted me (pun intended...) and I really wasn't expecting it to wrap up in the way it did. I was disappointed, not because it was bad, but because I was hopeful that he was really having a crisis of conscious.