Offending bourgeois sensibilities is a little bit like farting in bed with a new boyfriend: initially liberating, yet essentially banal (not to mention smelly). It's that much more surprising then, that Thomas Bernhard, who was perhaps the most disrespectful writer of the past fifty years, grew more interesting as he became more unreasonable and offensive. Having denounced little more than the past couple of literary generations, Peck can only dream of being as irascible, irrational, one-sided, unpleasant, and transgressive as Bernhard. On the other hand, Peck doesn't have a degenerative lung disease (or any other terminal illnesses), so he should have many years left to piss people off. And his new book, Body Surfing, features a dog ass-fucking an unconscious man with his dick in a dead woman. That should raise a few eyebrows, assuming anyone still reads (his) novels—or, for that matter, author bios.
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