Shae wants to stop shagging the husbands of other women and be a proper queer. Plus, she’s bored of only ever getting to use her new strap-on on a pile of cushions. The answer seems come out, go out, and finally get it on with the fit bird at dyke night. Even better if Evaline, a wayward silicone mistress from the future, wasn’t so jealous. A surreal, dirty little book that falls somewhere between Derek McCormack, Kathy Acker, David Cronenberg, and the tentacle porn you “accidentally downloaded,” Silicone God is a heartbreakingly horny lesbian-body-horror sex romp—not for the squeamish!
“...a Cronenbergian tenderness to the boundaries of queerness, forcing us to confront the social mores of monogamy, infidelity, and what it means to plumb the depths of taboo when you’re still discovering who you are and what you want from the world.”—ELLE NASH, author of Deliver Me
“Victoria Brooks elevates and revamps the ‘other woman’ trope in this dystopic novel that purifies sexual dynamics and questionable standards about infidelity to their perverted essence. Clive Barker meets Fassbinder’s The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant. I inhaled every delicious spore of psychosexual brilliance.”—JILLIAN LUFT, author of Scumbag Summer
“All the makings of a queer cult classic. Joyfully perverse and perverted.”—LAURA KAYE, author of English Animals
I loved this. A really solid blend of queer body horror, general weirdness, and lots of sex. I personally get squeamish with pure body horror (or anything with gore), but Silicone God is the perfect amount of Gross to be palatable for more general Weird Book readers. The storyline is really unique, too, with a science fiction flare.
Sex as a social lubricant? Or as a cheat code for reality itself?
I’m not sure what to make of Silicone God, but I know this: it’s extremely sexual, and I enjoyed it. Maybe because of that, maybe in spite of it.
Most of the sex feels transactional, but not in a cynical way. It’s more like a mutual agreement between people who don’t believe in meaning but still want to feel something. There’s a weird kind of honesty in that. A purity in the impurity.
Shae’s evolution, from believer to mistress, isn’t framed as corruption. It’s framed as transcendence. She’s not running from morality; she’s just choosing a different metaphysics. And Victoria Brooks writes it all with this casual, almost accidental elegance. No moralizing. No shock tactics. Just an exploration of sex as a space where people briefly escape themselves.
Silicone God is dirty, sure. But it’s also thoughtful. It asks if faith and fetish might come from the same place. And it doesn’t seem too concerned about the answer.
SILICONE GOD is a time-and-space-bending exploration of queer sexual exploitation and liberation in a world of extremes. This book deals with very real trauma, which forms an interesting and darkly humorous contrast with the more bizarre elements. Sometimes I stopped to dissect passages, sometimes I just rolled with the wild turns. If you look close enough, the world of SILICONE GOD is not so different from our own.
Incredible pick for the most recent Firestorm coop queer horror book club.
This is the U.S. edition (publisher, House of Vlad) of the original version from Moist books. For this edition I wrote the Introduction. Here's my blurb: Something is grotty in the fractal fucking: A disturbance in the octopussy portal, as the Singularity of Silicone God births horny bish whorror. #Bookgasm . Check out the conversation betweeeeeen me and the author in XRAY lit mag. https://xraylitmag.com/gender-benders...
the hyper-contemporary scifi lovechild of derek mccormack, samuel delaney, and kathy acker. where mistresses are the preferred class of the gods and have a higher silicone content than normal people one mistress from the future goes back in time to the first ever mistress. i think. this would have been a 5 if not for the ending which made me actually think i missed the last ten or so pages.
sometimes i think i was following and sometimes not and I honestly didn’t care. i really enjoyed this book no matter how in or out i understood what was going on.
Both more and less weird than I wanted it to be. I was expecting a full dive into body horror, but it's more cyborg-body-as-queer-metaphor. I'm also not quite sure what the author wants the reader to take away from the book. Still an interesting way to spend an afternoon.