Hogg: A Novel

Hogg: A Novel

Samuel R. Delany

Language: English

Pages: 270

ISBN: 1573661198

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Hogg: A Novel

Samuel R. Delany

Language: English

Pages: 270

ISBN: 1573661198

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Acclaimed winner of the William Whitehead Memorial Award for a lifetime's contribution to gay and lesbian literature, Samuel R. Delany wrote Hogg three decades ago. Since then it has been one of America's most famous 'unpublishable' novels. The subject matter of Hogg is our culture of sexual violence and degeneration. Delany explores his disturbing protagonist Hogg on his own turf--rape, pederasty, sexual excess--exposing an area of violence and sexual abuse from the inside. As such, it is a brave book.

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wondered if she was trying to just let him do what he wanted, now. But maybe she was just tired. About every ten or fifteen seconds she would try to pull away, but she really couldn't get anywhere. "Grab her.. . there, get her, nigger! Get—" 45 "Goddamnl This bitch is a tough—Ow!—tough pussy, Hogg!" The wop, still in a squat, tried to make her take his cock in her hand. He jerked her wrist from the floor toward his crotch. She went down on her other elbow. Landing on your elbow hurts, too. But

gruntin' in Betsy again. Sweet-Jo was snoring—she always did when she slept on her back, even when she was ten or eleven. And Piper, he just slipped his face back around my peter like he was goin' home." "Sounds like some family, "Jimmy said; he shook his head. "That sounds like you come from quite a family." "Goddamn," Hogg said. He reached down to nub my neck with his blunt fingers. "Daddy raised a real passel of little bastards. After awhile, Betsy was the first of the girls to belly out—she

"I guess the turnoff's just down there?" Jimmy came around the front of the truck. The headlight splashed his plaid chest and stubbly chin as he passed through it. "That's right," Hogg said. He was standing near the cab door, one hand up on the door frame, half leaning. Denny and the wop came around too. On the other side, I could hear water against the wheel. The nigger was taking a leak. The only light on Jimmy's face now was a crescent from the road lamp on the top of one of the telephone

his leg over the seat. "If you say so." He twisted the throttle. Muscle rolled under the dragon and the swastika. "Get on," the nigger told me. I did. The nigger climbed on behind. The nigger's belly slid against my back; my belly flattened against Hawk's denim. I put my arms around Hawk to hold on. One hand was on denim, the other on his hairy side. I could feel the skin stretch when he breathed. The nigger put one hand around on Hawk's other side; with the other he held onto me, settling in

her cigarette. "I doubt Martin feels that way. It'd probably make his week." "You know, I really think Martin's getting a charge out of all this. The on-thespot was his idea." "Not only do you have the sweetest voice on the A.M.—" The cigarette bobbed again—"you're even beginning to get some smarts. Go on. I'm calling one minute." 120 "On my way, Starshine." The man in the string tie touched the microphone's gray plastic ball to his forehead in salute, grinned, and started forward. The

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