Opens with a clean, masculine atmosphere of the urban-medicinal, developing to an aggressive, animalic heart of musk, cassis, burnt honey, copper, with a raging dry down of metallic fever. Dominant notes include caregiving, autism, and gay shit. Evokes the scenario of a best friend becoming infected and wanting to eat your face off. You work at a medical lab with his ex. You still remember your family huddled around a pool of teeth on the floor. Some call it rabies. For you, it is...Low Kill Shelter.
An age-old virus spreads amongst humans as fast as their dangerous new teeth grow in. Logic and the art of compartmentalization helps one man to research a remedy, but when his male subject reacts to him with unbridled animal passion and aggression, the tables are turned. Old teeth are discarded as fever burns through brains and bodies like wildfire. Blood, saliva, and nails replace rational thought. Is there a way to balance the two extremes? Put on your spit mask and explore the possibilities.
I'm loath to read a pandemic book, but wow –– this one was perfect. This novella takes on biopunk with an almost mythological bent, and refuses distinctions between the traumatic and the pleasurable, the violent and the tender. These shapeshifting, body-ambiguous characters engage with conditions of ongoing apocalypse and intense institutional and interpersonal violence, all with cutting emotional complexity and just the right amount of humor. I'm so glad I leaned into the disorientation that this book's opening pages brought me –– upon sinking my teeth deeper I realized I had found a real treat.
Reading this as I am drooling and needing to drink so badly but I cannot because I need to finish the novella first was like I was part of the story. Apart from that it was so good ! I love the way it is written and I really enjoyed the character and especially the protagonist. It's refreshing to read the perception of someone autistic. And the entire gay rabic dog thing is just perfect (and hot). I will buy Serious Weakness soon enough to read more from this author :3
Gruesome horror novella about caregiving, autism, intimacy, and a deadly new strain of rabies. Friendship(s) that compromise everything, and how easy that choice can be to make. Porpentine twists the physical into uncanny new configurations and embeds them in the mundane horror of everyday life. The most intense and resonant prose I've read about the hellscape under the shadow of modern pandemic. One to lose sleep over.
What a wildly refreshing, bright eyed bushy tailed sharp toothed spit soaked little novella!!! Positively loved it, this is what I’ve been wanting and craving and not getting from indie horror— thrilled my search finally led me somewhere weird enough to sate the hunger. I went into it blind save for the back cover blurb which just said “dog boys” over and over again in helvetica, which was enough for me. But for those of you who want a little more: it’s a (semi allegorical, AIDS adjacent) gay pandemic horror story about a man keeping his rabid, dog-toothed, and lethally infected coworker chained up in his closet and caring for him. It’s revolting but it’s also the most romantic thing I’ve read all year. Fever hot and sick with delerium and shockingly sincere and hopeful. I LOVED the hectic, hallucinatory stream of consciousness prose, which, as you all know, is the thing I care about most as a reader. It’s a quick one, I ripped through it so fast and couldn’t think about anything else while I read, it had me by the throat. Cannot reccomend enough and I’m so excited to check out more by this author.
oh it left me wanting moreee!!!! classic wonderful porpentine charity heartscape prose. always love the way she mirrors modern culture right at you, how fucking real her books are. also how real her autistic characters are. this was gross and short and sweet like burnt sugar with rancid urinal notes :) perfect thing to read when i felt very very rotten but have just finally changed my bedding.
Clearly inspired by 2020, but goes in a very different direction with it that transcends any view you might have one way or the other about that quotidian subject matter. Is much more about relationships, degenerative illness, paranoia...
This had a strong emotional impact on me, I won't deny that. Weirdly strong. I guess Porpentine can just play me like a fiddle. I think I feel the way that Gregor's family feel on their picnic at the end of The Metamorphosis.
(I will say that this volume, more than most other of her stuff that I've read, seems like it was rushed out — lots of small clumsinesses/errors that a once-over by a good editor would smooth out. But that is a minor point.)
I think this book is going to stick with me. We'll see, I guess.
Came across this randomly as a recommendation on twitter, glad I read it !! Using fucked up imagery and morbidity as a vessel for romance is my fav and this story does it great. Disease, hunger, and violence, but also surprisingly sorta wholesome.
This has the special porpentine sauce which I so enjoy but the pacing is very stilted. this novella should be constantly increasing the tension or strategically releasing it in order to ramp it up again even higher. Instead it just slackens in the middle and never really regains it, just moves from one archetypal monster movie scene to another still enjoyed it. where else am I gonna read “What did Tolstoy say? All rabid guys are alike; each beta cuck is cringe in his own way.”
thoroughly enjoyed my time with this freaky shit. dog boys dog boys dog boys being a long time luvr of the authors equally freaky blog format narratives I decided to buy a bunch of their books and they just don't disappoint. if you find that things are never quite feral enough for you I recommend this book, this author.
autistic rage to me often feels indistinguishable from a rabid dog frenzied and lashing, and reading that dog getting jacked off is a kind of catharsis I didn't know was possible
still endlessly delighted by my then-girlfriend’s response to this one a year or two ago. upon finishing it i turned to her expectantly and asked her what she thought. all she said was: “i can smell it”.