and so irina performs this facsimile of male power both in her art and her personal life, but it continually fails: after all a photograph is just a photograph, and there's a persistent failure of the men she assaults to respond to it with any real gravitas, because women are rarely perceived as a legitimate threat to a man's physical or mental wellbeing, and this leads to irina's dissociation - is she really doing the things she thinks she's doing if no one's reacting to them accordingly? her boyfriend has a big beard and an undercut, because when they got together that was the in thing. Clark has a sharp eye for the ways people try to represent themselves and there are some great insights into behavior in this book, and how Irina is able to hone in on it and exploit it. i felt bad for flo, she was the collateral damage in all of irina's outbursts, and just in a roundabout friendship with her. She had a similar experience when she finished school and went to Chelsea College of Arts: “I went from being in Newcastle, and being fairly privileged compared to lots of people, to going down to London and being like – ah no, I’m actually rough as arsehole.

I just - as a ridiculously squeamish little loser who cannot handle blood, gore, or people being sick - obviously hated every second of it. Why does she like horror movies that ape snuff films, and banned foreign movies with lurid rape scenes?Sometimes she would make observations or remarks that would be believable if they originated from someone ‘normal’ or who was not shown to have psychopathic traits. She recently wrote on Twitter: “a good thing about me is that you can enjoy my book without finding out that i went to oxbridge and my parents are both famous journalists like 6 months later and feeling somewhat betrayed. The story could have been a lot more effective if the tone had been camped up, so we could have something along the lines of Jennifer’s Body (which is by no means a perfect film but at least it's entertaining and self-aware). This stage adaptation for one actor by Gillian Greer was premiered in 2023 at Soho Theatre, London, in a co-production between Metal Rabbit Productions and Soho Theatre, and directed by Sara Joyce. Part of me does think that London is this complete capitalist cesspit where all of the money goes’ .

Eliza Clark has relocated from her native Newcastle back to London, where she previously attended Chelsea College of Art.Additionally, he is mixed-race, possibly queer, and was involved with someone abusive (emotional abuse is still abuse fellas). the homoerotic over-current of the lyrics while we're both sat in the living room in our bras and curlers is just. View image in fullscreen Director Sara Joyce, actor Aimée Kelly, playwright Gillian Greer and novelist Eliza Clark.

Or the other way around, I think they’re funny and then someone else reads them and is like, ‘This is fucking horrible. I’m relatively new to good reads and thought this was a safe space to share my reviews (not many of my friends read and was hoping to find community here), I didn’t expect to be publicly mocked for it. anyway bret easton ellis is a hack and i'm really drifting away from the point i was trying to make here.People always conflate beauty with goodness … I can just cry a bit, talk like I’m daft, tease my hair up like a televangelist,” she scoffs. Irina is the perfect balance of antiheroine and villain, a protagonist who reflects the reader in glittering little shards as often as she repulses.

you were always on the edge of your seat wanting to know what she'd do next, but then randomly she would have these moments where she was relatable or at least more understandable, which made the book hard to put down. She’s naive, pathetic, obnoxious, solipsistic, cruel, and superficial…but I found her acts of self-dramatization to be both fascinating and a source of great amusement. And don’t get me started on how large chunks of the narrative make her abuse of men seem so f*cking transgressive and hardcore when it was anything but.

Being in the MC’s head was a very surreal and toxic experience, one that I won’t forget anytime soon! Yet, we also get so many instances that go against what this kind of characterization is trying to establish. Boy Parts is the incendiary debut novel from Eliza Clark, a pitch-black comedy both shocking and hilarious, fearlessly exploring the taboos of sexuality and gender roles in the twenty-first century.