Ew. Ew. Ew.
This is a short read, less than a hundred pages, but it reads like the Gross-Out Contest from Hell. Prepare to gag. Often. It’s quite disgusting, even for an Essig book!
Put more politely, Essig has written the extreme horror version of Patrick Süskind’s novel, “Perfume: The Story of a Murderer”! (…Too much? Wait, hear me out!) “Disco Rice” is similarly sick and revolves around an equally disturbing obsession, culinary in nature this time. It has a visually similar and gloriously graphic ending. And it’s about murder, blood, and something you can only get organically (if you’re so inclined). Admittedly, “Disco Rice” won’t get a World Fantasy Award (though you never know these days), it’s far shorter and more single-mindedly oriented towards depravity and insanity, but it has a similar trajectory through the unsanitary mental landscape of a pervert’s array of self-congratulatory justifications and rotten beliefs. It offers a glimpse into the workings of a corrupted mind hungry for a rare sort of “delicacy”; and everything is described so calmly and innocently, that the gruesome scenes strike suddenly and hit repeatedly very hard, leaving the reader dizzy and nauseous.
Avoiding spoilers, I’ll only say a couple of things about the plot itself. Firstly, “disco rice” is what, according to the New Yorker, sanitation workers call maggots (the dancing rice in the bowl), and you’ll meet both in this story – maggots and sanitation workers – and lots of bowls, come to think of it. Secondly, the main character is somewhat mentally challenged (so no tortured geniuses here), but his simplified vision of the world allows for a tale of unparalleled cruelty, lacking all in-depth insights into any deeper motivations. He’s just hungry. And this hunger, once it’s discovered what will satisfy it, creates a domino effect unlike any I’ve seen in extreme horror literature: from necrophilia to spontaneous killing sprees.
It’s really difficult to talk about the ending without giving anything away, but I really enjoyed it. Perhaps everything happens rather too easily, without any regard for those details required by careful arrangement of a murder or the energy demanded of one to plan ahead so as not to get caught. But as an extreme horror fan, I confess I wish I could read this book again for the very first time, allowing it to hook me in and shock me with its revolting, visceral imagery. Good times!