Woom
By Duncan Ralston

Woom is marketed as an “extreme” horror novel, and extreme it surely is.

Although there are elements I respect in this book, not least of all the absolute sheer visceral and agonizing pain of reading the graphic content, I can’t say I ultimately enjoyed it. The ending was bizarre enough for me to say that I can see why some people do.

Graphic content aside, I didn’t like the way black characters felt like more caricatures than true personalities. I also didn’t like the fact that the vast majority of graphic violence is nearly exclusively centralized on the female sex organs.

While it would be irresponsible for me to say this novel isn’t profoundly affecting, with no shortage of shock value, Woom didn’t deliver for me in terms of overall substance.

I’d like to anti-thank @brooklynatticbooks for sharing this piece of what-the-unholy-fuck literature with me for consideration. All opinions are my own.

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