Instructive Reading from Author of Time's `Cyberporn Study'
Date: Wed, 19 Jul 95 20:00:47 -0700
From: Peter Langston <psl>
Subject: Instructive Reading from Author of Time's `Cyberporn Study'
Forwarded-by: bostic@CS.Berkeley.EDU (Keith Bostic)
Forwarded-by: Wendell Craig Baker <firstname.lastname@example.org>
From: THE AMERICAN REPORTER
Vol. 1, No. 68, July 12, 1995
from Martin Rimm's novel
"An American Playground
INSTRUCTIVE READING FROM AUTHOR OF TIME'S 'CYBERPORN' STUDY
from Declan B. McCullagh
Earlier today, I had the distinct pleasure of reading "An American
Playground," by Martin Rimm. [(c) 1990, Casino Forum, Atlantic City, NJ.]
Since I'm sure you're interested in learning more about the novel,
I thought I'd post a short review and share with you some excerpts that
will stretch your mind in bogglement while you writhe in pagan sweat.
I'd write more, but my ventricle vein is filling with strange
PS: I am not making this up!
The novel features a cameo appearance by an "Egyptian prince" named
"My fadda" he beamed proudly. "He own oil well unda Egupt. He vewy
"Hey Mack," he groaned, "I gettin' a little caw sick. How 'bout a
little fwesh aiah?" [p27]
Scenes terrifyingly macabre:
"I want the body positioned so that the blood drips slowly out of its
open neck and onto their grass and forms little puddles around their
lilacs and dandelions and tomato vines." [p71]
Expert medical lessons:
"After I knock you out, I could inject your ventricle vein with sodium
cloroxide, thereby inducing a bioculminary collapse in the lower
cavity of your central nervous system, followed by an epileptic
seizure from your spinal cord through your intestinal cords, all the
way up to your brain, through your stomach, down your d--k, and out
your ass." [p72]
Health and fitness tips:
"Butter's good for your heart," he grumbled, with strange
Gustatory adventures divine:
Lora relished the rich tomato bisk [sic] as the warm slabs of
bacon tingled gently down her throat. [p56]
Encounters with authority:
The judge writhed in the maroon tainted chair, his damp fingers
prattling to the naked chromium armrest, his neck stretched wide in
bogglement, his cheeks unshaven and reeking of a cold furious sweat.
Instantly he sprang forth, as a prankster springs from the dark, to
disgorge the blasphemous pants of the insurgent youth... [sic]
"Don't even think of criticizing ME, Judge," interrupted the young man,
his arms lurching wildly about the room... "You watch me!" he
fumed, the pores of his defiant spirit dripping now with angry
beads of pagan sweat... [p167]
And, finally, meaningful sexual relationships, albeit somewhat androgynous:
"I'm gonna go pump Nadah with my R.R. tonight."
"Your R.R. What's that, Rich?"
Don't you know? Come on, get with it, Donny!" That's my RECTUM
© 1995 Peter Langston