
Sometimes a book is just okay.
There was subtle commentary on racism and the concept of "race" in general, but I think I would have enjoyed further exploration into themes of that and colonisation (briefly touched on with the character of Urlet) which feel only lightly explored within the narrative.
Don't listen to people on reddit though, this book is much better than the mess which is D'Lacey's 'Meat'. 'Tender is the Flesh' is a much more convincing and realistic narrative than the superhuman powers of vegetarianism that 'Meat' presents. 'Tender is the Flesh' dually has a much greater ideological depth and narrative than D'Lacey's self-aggrandising and shallow narrative on the horrors of the contemporary meat industry.
I really wanted to like this book and did thoroughly enjoyed the first 1/3 of it but after that it fell kind of flat for me. Neither the prose nor story beats were interesting enough to keep me hooked in and now, halfway through the book, I've felt that I have given it a fair shake and decided to stop reading it.
As I sit at my desk, 10:22am, several hours since I finished this book in the morning - a specific passage continues to rattle in my mind
she'd never know the joy of breastfeeding or whatever, the fact that breastfeeding was not really a joy or fun at all, it ached and by the end she gave up but regardless she still should have to know the pain of it, you couldn't just veto out of womanhood because you didn't like the smell of it you little c-nt the world is not a place you make the world is a place you are made by, [209]
Having to change my review because the more I think about this book as it sits with me, the further my enjoyment of it increases. Especially after reading Brainwyrms by Alison Rumfett which is tonally and thematically similar in many ways. Things have gotten worse since we last spoke and my desperation of loving you and wanting to be loved hasn't changed.
I am sorry Eric LaRocca, I should have given myself more time to ruminate on what you wrote.