Love Bites (Literally) 🦗💋
Matthew A. Clarke’s Things Were Easier Before You Became a Giant Fucking Mantis opens like a parody of bigotry — mobs, slogans, and “manti-people” as the new outsiders. But the real horror creeps in later: this isn’t just a story about racism; it’s about how men panic when women change.
Jacoboby, our confused, drug-dazed protagonist, spends most of the book oscillating between lust, fear, and guilt. Raised by a fanatical mother who weaponizes purity and punishment, he inherits the worst instincts of masculinity — domination, cowardice, projection — and spends the rest of the novel unlearning them. Millie, the girlfriend who slowly transforms into a mantis, becomes everything he can’t handle: autonomous, sexual, and hungry.
The premise is absurd, but that’s the trick — Clarke uses bizarro language to dissect very real anxieties about sex and control. When Jacoboby wonders if intimacy will cost him his head, it’s not just a joke; it’s evolution biting back. And while the satire wobbles (the gnome subplot is pure filler, undercutting tension with cheap grotesque), the core narrative lands: men who fear being devoured by women rarely notice how much they’ve already consumed.
It’s funny, filthy, and self-aware, but also frustrating — Clarke hints at transformation as liberation, then backs away, tying it up with some moral closure instead of letting the chaos breathe. Still, for a story about interspecies lust and existential shedding, it hits unnervingly close to home.
Verdict: 4 / 5. Uneven but fascinating — part satire, part gender autopsy, all chitin and sweat.
For those who like their metamorphosis messy:
• The Fly (dir. David Cronenberg) — devotion with digestive fluid.
• The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka — the original insectual awakening.
• Tusk (dir. Kevin Smith) — transformation as twisted romance.
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