HOUSE OF HOLES: A BOOK OF RAUNCH by Nicholson Baker
“Yes, Mr. Fuckwizard, we want that fully spunkloaded meatloaf of a ham steak of a dick.”
Review by Betsey Van Horn AUG 9, 2011)
Nicholson Baker has proven that he can make the familiar very strange. Consider his first novel, TheÂ Mezzanine, where a man is on a lunch hour hunt for shoelaces. All the odds and ends, the digressions and pop-up thoughts that can enter a desultory mind, are playfully and artfully presented in a readable and engaging manner. In Vox, a lonely man and woman hook up on the phone. They are able to talk about everyday matters and lure the reader into their idle chatter, so that the sexual banter is fluid instead of gratuitous. In his last novel, The Anthologist, Baker uses stream-of-consciousness to wax poetic and edify the reader on verse. His non-fiction Human Smoke, my personal favorite, is an exquisite tome that shifts the kaleidoscope on historyâ€™s sacred cows.
Baker chose a small concept idea for his latest, House of Holes, a cheeky plunge into lust and vulgarity so steep and rank, so exhaustive and consummate, that it is recommended to be read in small doses. Thatâ€™s easy, as each surreal chapter is its own short carnal experience. Although some characters appear in several chapters, they are not immersed into a tight, ongoing storyline, except for Shandee, who finds a male arm, which is detached from its owner (Dave), and seeks to find the rest of his body. The eponymous House of Holes is the main character, and everyone else is a fornicating subject. People come to the House of Holes to make their prurient dreams come true.
Somewhere or anywhere/everywhere are circles that are potential portalsâ€”the end of a straw, the putting tee of the seventh green, the fourth dryer from the left at the laundromat at the corner of 18th Street and Grover Avenue–that will suck up (or down) and send the willing concupiscent to the House of Holes. There are no limits to what you can do with your anatomy at HOH, and Baker will provide infinite LMAO and OMG moments as you read.
I donâ€™t think any author has come up with so many creative terms for the most sexual parts of our body: meatstick, truncheon, peeny wanger, musclemeat, length of badness, bulldog, cockpoles, hamsteak, thundertube, peckerdickcock, beast, frilly doilies of labial flesh, slobbering kitty, bungee hole, purple cometwat, slippery salopeâ€”well, you get the point.
Highbrow and lowbrow blend together, and it is evident that Baker is a scholar with a wanton repertoire of ideas. Some chapters are more â€śfulfillingâ€ť than others, also. For example, a woman nose-dives into a portal and ends up inside her friendâ€™s penis. Getting out was quite the liberating experience for both of them.
In another chapter, a woman, Zilka, gets her clitoris stolen at an airport security check, by someone known as the Pearloiner.
â€śâ€¦weâ€™ve determined that your clitoris is not a carry-on itemâ€¦Itâ€™s swollen and oversized and over the weight limit, and Iâ€™m going to have to remove it now.â€ť
Zilka sees it going into a clear plastic baggie with a numbered label on it. She seeks help from the House of Holes to get it back, as the Pearloiner is known to loiter there.
Crotchal transfers, temporary scrotal removal, sex with headless men, Penis Washes, Hall of the Armless Men Who Still Want to Fuck Twatâ€”this is just a fraction of the dizzying booty in this book, just an ampule of the sex blasts of comic and twisted derangement provided between these sticky pages. Rather than read it solo, this would make a humorously lewd parlor game between trusted friends at a dinner party (make that AFTER dinner). You could truth or dare itâ€”read a chapter on a dareâ€”but I wouldnâ€™t advise trying any of these tricks yourself, or with each other!
Take a ride on this â€śPornsuckerâ€ť ship or gaze at the 12-screen Porndecahedron of licentious delights. This review comes with a warning, however, something that Erica Jong once said:
â€śMy reaction to porno films is as follows; After the first ten minutes, I want to go home and screw, after the first twenty minutes, I never want to screw again as long as I live.â€ť
|AMAZON READER RATING:||from 11 readers|
|PUBLISHER:||Simon & Schuster (August 9, 2011)|
|REVIEWER:||Betsey Van Horn|
|AVAILABLE AS A KINDLE BOOK?||YES! Start Reading Now!|
|AUTHOR WEBSITE:||Wikipedia page on Nicholson Baker|
|EXTRAS:||No excerpt on this one.. we’d have to card you before you could read it!|
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- Room Temperature (1990)
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- The Fermata (1994)
- The Everlasting Story of Nory (1998)
- A Box of Matches (2003)
- Checkpoint (2004)
- The Anthologist by Ncholas Baker (2009)
- House of Holes: A Book of Raunch (August 2011)
- U and I: A True Story (1991)
- The Size of Thoughts: Essays and Other Lumber (1996)
- Double Fold: Libraries and the Assault on Paper (2001)
- Human Smoke: The Beginnings of World War II, the End of Civilization (2008)
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