PRAISE FOR GIL THE NIHILIST "Blurring the boundary between screenplay and poem, "Gil The Nihilist" one-ups Pound's modernist dictum ("make it new") by additionally making it "now." Right now. Right this instant. More timely, relevant, and compelling than anything else on the market. In no uncertain terms, Kilpatrick has produced the first truly radiant nightmare of the 21sPRAISE FOR GIL THE NIHILIST "Blurring the boundary between screenplay and poem, "Gil The Nihilist" one-ups Pound's modernist dictum ("make it new") by additionally making it "now." Right now. Right this instant. More timely, relevant, and compelling than anything else on the market. In no uncertain terms, Kilpatrick has produced the first truly radiant nightmare of the 21st century. To put it in movie-speak, it's Clark Coolidge meets Andrzej Zulawski meets Kathy Acker's "Blood and Guts in High School" meets Richard Kern's "Fingered" meets Death Grips meets John Waters. Moreover, this book pulses with the word porn of word stylists meshed with the intoxicating visuals of our everyday hyper-reality." -Christopher Higgs, author of "The Complete Works of Marvin K. Mooney""Sean Kilpatrick, like some godlike producer, must've got Joyce, Sade, Jarry, and Trecartin together in a Star Waggon. This book's a sick channel for all our channels, a gnarly and hilarious script of the human animal's entertainment... Kilpatrick presents a new zone in American fiction. Who must I destroy to get this show made?" -Ken Baumann, author of "Solip""Sean Kilpatrick is a lunatic and an instigator. This book is a restraining order. Stray from summary. Please don't have opinions. Try to enjoy it and see yourself trying to weigh in. Then, laugh at yourself for that. Then, give him a hug." -Elizabeth Mikesch, author of "Niceties"...
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Gil the Nihilist: A Sitcom Reviews
Gil the Nihilist is by far the weirdest and most experimental book I have read all year, and perhaps in a very long time. Sean Kilpatrick has truly crafted and odd, challenging, and ultimately rewarding read reflective of our time.At a covers glance, the book resembles an Edvard Munch painting (which is actually done by Sam Pink. Wooo!) mixed with a Seinfeld DVD cover. The back cover description links it to a low-cost late night Adult Swim show a la Tim & Eric. This is low-rent, Bevis & Butthead styled acid comedy in book form.The story is told in the form of a teleplay. Chapters are actually episodes, and they are divided into two parts (season 1 & 2 respectively). Most of the episodes don't make a whole lot sense. This is largely attributed to the psychotic, drug-addled, stream of consciousness type dialogue that comes out of the main character's mouths. Take this gem from title character. The only comparison I have to dialogue like this is Ginberg's Howl and Happy Noodle Boy from Jhonen Vasquez's Johnny the Homicidal Maniac; “Subpoena our gourmet lap. I'll root you into crippledom. We induce miscarriages when we chat. You're the child I want to impale well through Alzheimer's. It's Alzheimer's every time we touch. You're my little suicide witch.”The three main characters take the Seinfeld/ATHF trio to new extremes. They are Elaine, Jerry, and George with deeper childhood traumas, and psychiatric scars. Their warped views of reality are not to be trusted, but perhaps it doesn't matter anyway, because nothing really matters. The book could have a plot, it may not have a plot. If it does have a plot, it is a plot about nothing.The long, confusing, random dialogue is bound to turn off most readers, as they stumble for meaning behind the words. Ultimately this is ultra avant garde poetry told through an unique narrative. It could come off as pretentious to a lot of readers who aren't normally fans of that kind of absurd thing. Ultimately I think the story has no meaning. Why read it anyway? Who knows, but I found enjoyment in it. Perhaps the most fun part of reading Gil the Nihilist is reading it with others and trying to each figure out and interpret just what hell you think is going on each “episode”. My copy is flagged with pen marks and highlights that I'm sure expose my fractured psyche through my analysis of each of these depraved nimrods. Go out and track this book down. Read it if you enjoy things that are absolutely absurd in nature, and warped in humor. Awesome read. By far the most interesting thing I picked up all year long conceptually speaking.
Sean Kilpatrick remains one of my favorite working writers, and this may be his most fucked yet. Set up as the shooting script for a sitcom revolving around three anarchic, misogynistic, desperately horny and beautiful pieces of shit, Gil the Nihilist lays it on thick from the first page and only gets more and more pigged out and black to the heart as it goes. Most any sentence Kilpatrick piles on is one you could get tattooed on your gums: “I bow to fast food. My smelted teensy ritual. It vacations in your catheter. The animal supplement smacks of copyright. Go on, shine what bucks you. No one takes their vitamins alone.”
Yea I couldn't finish it. Just pathetic really. I stopped after "I killed my mother exiting her. What do you think I do with every bitch on the street?" on page 19. Is it supposed to shock me. Is it supposed to make me laugh. Is it supposed to be avant garde. It's just exhausting. I was excited to read until I started. And thanks to the marketing pitch, I know it's not going anywhere.
Every now and then you come across a book that pretty much expands your idea of the things you thought were possible while writing. A little extra shock factor presented in such a different way that, yes, it still manages to shock. I found this book to be exactly that.You get three main characters: two men, a blank nihilist (Gil) and a fucked up blatantly-misogynist psychopath (Edmund), as well as a no-punches-held deadpan hipster crazy woman (Starr). Each of the "chapters" involve the three of them sort of interacting via half-to-two page long monologues. Monologues that at times read like poetry, at times like a stream of consciousness rant.The plot itself isn't just not complicated, it's basically non-existent. The three of them are the ultimate nonconformists to the point of craziness, the back of the book (which justifies the 4 stars by itself) mentions that basically everyone functional is a yuppie to them. We see them jump from one plain boring situation to a crazy one to another plain boring one and they all just don't give a fuck about anything. Whatever's happening is just another chance for them to go on with their soliloquies disguised as conversation.This back cover, by the way, is a parody "pitch" for selling the idea for a tv series, the book after all being a script divided as two seasons of episodes lasting from four to eight pages. There's even a comment in the back about having the length of the recorded episodes being similar to CN's [adult swim]. Little bit of a cheap wink, but loved it nevertheless.The book is written in a very strange-but-readable fashion. It's complex in its characters' dialogues and metaphors they use and more than once requires a reread to find the meaning behind what they're saying. It hits home several times on the rants against middle class. It's fun. (view spoiler)[It's gut-wrenching when mentioning the murder of a middle-class couple and the head-squashing of their baby. (hide spoiler)]But most of all, it just feels different. Very different.
This was a surprise release from Lazy Fascist Press last year. I think that could be attributed mostly to the impossible-to-market nature of Kilpatrick's hybrid. Careful handling. This one has fangs and it's not afraid to use them!What we have here is a fusion of screenplay and stream of consciousness poetry. Don't be afraid, though! It IS possible to read this and follow the narration! You just have to pause every few lines and with your mental thesaurus, doublecheck what the author was really saying with those lines.Also, there is rampant sexuality in these pages, of the jaded variety. Honestly, with the Seinfeld parody of a cover, would you expect any less?What I find amazing about this book is that every line could be a slogan for some working or campaign agenda.(Grabs woman with screaming children) "Yummy the poor. We do the bank's nostalgia. Procreate them stamps, bitch! Proud about the Bible."Translation: A running commentary on the welfare state!"I hate you all and am no more than you. Except my hate scores bottommost."Translation: I'm just as bad as the rest of you, but you notice me even less."I can't come unless both lungs collapse. I've been screwing her since she was ten in one lunge. Her crickets are applauding. No one squawks unless I build a hut of them. It's about politics when I'm inside. It's about Smucker's and pride."Translation: I've got this girl figured out. And I can only get off by humiliating and controlling her."This country was founded by puritans and they haven't stopped since."Translation: People have been procreating since the whole thing began.The difference, of course, between this and Seinfeld is that this isn't a show about nothing. Every single line, and I mean every single line, is about sex. But in gradually more depraved ways the longer the 'sitcom' gains viewers.Cue the bassline and the credits. Lazy Fascist has secured a third season.
There's plenty of things wrong with this book. It's unreadable, for example. The attempts at poetry are lame and only excusable by the state of the protagonists. But it's also delightfully fucked up and, while content-free on the surface level, it goes a long way in tackling the darkness of life in a hyperstimulated, connected but alienated world. Read this if: you can handle darkness, aren't hating pretentious avant-gardism, have felt that the information society has Caligulated all of us.
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