Consumed by David Cronenberg

While freelance journalist Naomi places her safety in the hands of a suspicious grad student to investigate a sexual philosopher's murder, her rival and lover, Nathan, contracts a rare STD while documenting a surgeon's controversial work in organ trafficking. A first novel. 75,000 first printing.

“Let me unbox you.”

I'm still not sure what I think about this book. It could have a sequel, but that's not necessary. It's so weird, it probably won't have a sequel. If it were less weird, I'd say sequel. I kinda enjoyed it, especially the bits from Naomi's p.o.v. Nate sometimes got on my nerves. They weren't a very good couple. And I'm not at all into techno porn, which this sort of is. But part of me still enjoyed it. It does indeed involve global conspiracies involving North Korea and hearing aid devices and French philosophers and illegal Eastern European surgeons and STIs. And reality is incredibly dubious. I was only disappointed because I wanted a bit more horror and a bit more strange sex. I feel like the blurb on the jacket was being a bit misleading about all the sex. It was actually pretty tasteful, for the most part. If you're up for a bit of a mindscrewing, this might be your book.