Last exit to hell

On the unprecedented violence in its substance and in form, Last Exit to Brooklyn is an insane dive into the world of junkies, alcoholics, queens, and other inverts proles that dot the New York slums 60s All are subject to the same state of poverty and idleness that leads sometimes to the worst acts of savagery. By choosing to read each of the 300 and some pages of this book, readers also chose to shove his head in icy water and bloodied with floating hallucinatory images of a yet entrenched reality. You can not out unscathed from these visions and the rise is even more difficult. This is even more true for the uninformed reader who remained on a well-designed idea of ​​literature. For Selby goes beyond the usual of his art to appropriate a style of his own: the extremely long sentences that make the words stick together and couple them together as if to emphasize their indigestible cruelty, abuse repetition the very terms of link between each proposal that emphasizes the decay of concern, fluctuations in the size typographical that put naked heightened verbal, paragraphs which we never see the end finally speeches and thoughts that blend in narration without introducer element. All this acts as a grueling pounding on the reader's mind - which is simply pounding the sinister resonance of a space-time adrift.

And the worst part about it is that sometimes to laugh.