eBook Skin download

by Kathe Koja

eBook Skin download ISBN: 0517139081
Author: Kathe Koja
Publisher: Random House Value Publishing (January 22, 1995)
Language: English
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Kathe Koja is a challenging writer, a talented writer, a writer who should be read by the masses but she’s always been the master of her corner of the literary world

Kathe Koja is a challenging writer, a talented writer, a writer who should be read by the masses but she’s always been the master of her corner of the literary world. And for that I am thankful.

FREE shipping on qualifying offers. As a sculptor of metal, Tess is consumed with the perfection of welds, the drip of liquid metal, addicted to the burn

FREE shipping on qualifying offers. As a sculptor of metal, Tess is consumed with the perfection of welds, the drip of liquid metal, addicted to the burn. Her solitary existence ends when she meets Bibi. A self-proclaimed guerilla performance artist.

Kathe Koja (born 1960) is an American writer. She was initially known for her intense speculative fiction for adults, but has written young adult novels, the historical fiction Under the Poppy trilogy, and a fictional biography of Christopher Marlowe. Koja is also a prolific author of short stories, including many in collaboration with Barry N. Malzberg. Koja has also collaborated with Carter Scholz. Most of her short fiction remains uncollected.

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Washington Post Book World. The biggest flaw in this novel is the writing. Koja often abandons grammar, sentence structure, and, as a result, clarity.

Tess, a sculptor, and Bibi, a dancer, come together to create a new underground art form of metal and flesh, but their new art drives them deeper and deeper into a realm of obsession.

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Outsiders: 22 All-New Stories From the Edge. Koja's uncanny blend of eroticism and gothic hallucination, her unabashed readiness to take on the larger issues of the human condition, and her sheer lyricism as a prose stylist have set an ambitious standard by which other writers of her generation must. The Ultimate Werewolf.

Unlike many in the field, who shape abstracts out of found objects, Tess does her own welding. Koja at times follows the imitative fallacy and welds scrap sentences into Burroughs-like cutup paragraphs that mimic her heroine's sculpture

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skin by kathe koja. whoah. this book is written like it reads: all metal, blood, and hot. koja has an exceedingly original writing style; skin is like some kind of twisted, melted transfiguration of present tense and third person narration, achieved by using a steady stream of run-on sentences (almost) and sentence fragments. it's weird and choppy and certainly adds to the suffocating mood of this experimental novel. tess is a metal sculptor who can't quite bring her pieces to the sort of static motion she desires, until she meets bibi, who is unrestrained in her desire to sculpt the human body into something more transcendental. when they combine their talents--and obsessions--they give rise to an art form that thoroughly takes them over, and sends them hurtling down paths of self-destruction. skin was intense and dark, with sort of a vague clive barker vibe, but in the end, it is the singular voice of the writer that defines this fevered insanity. feeling kind of ambivalent about it. it was an engrossing and trippy read, but with very elusive rhythm. it speaks more to my shortcomings than hers that it was a challenge to get my head around. more koja reading required.
Missing the 90s? Feel you need a little shot of post-punk-goth-industrial-arthouse horror? This is for you!

I first read it when I was a long-haired twenty-something guy crawling the streets of New Orleans with folks quite a bit like Bibi and Tess --and my distance from those times in years and geography just makes me appreciate this with fresh eyes as I read it twenty-odd years later.

Tess makes scary metal sculpture; Bibi enjoys violent dance, as well as piercing and scarification. Together they form the Surgeons, a performance art troupe that puts on shows in which basically dancers hurt and occasionally mutilate each other, while Tess's robots and moving sculptures threaten both the dancers and the audience. (Insurance? Health and safety clearance? We're talking art, people!)

The story meanders through the rise and fall of the troupe, but it's in describing the obsessions of the two girls and their friends, and the burnt-out depraved grimy atmosphere of the nameless city in which it is set, in which the novel makes itself memorable. It's not always an easy read, and you might find yourself suffering from simile and metaphor fatigue at times, but the prose is far from impenetrable.

To call it humorless isn't exactly correct; Tess and Bibi get in plenty of wry wisecracks -- but it takes performance art and the lives of artists very seriously indeed.
If William Burroughs, Hunter Thompson, James Joyce, Samuel Delaney or even Tom Wolfe have repaid your ability to grasp their unique style and content, you're well set to relish Koja's prose, which entices you into a little accommodation by its breathlessly intense evocation of life as an artist during our period of art that cared more for the sublimity of its creation than the final product.

This book has stayed in mind since I first read it as a young artist, especially because working artists are more likely to discuss tools than their internal experience.

Its content is timeless, though, just as Flower Power was regurgitated as coke habits and the Me Decade, this novel's Punk milieu has receded like the New Wave before it. Nevertheless as evoked here, Punk's drive to rebuke the crass commodification of every heartfelt revolutionary impulse is still noble and vital to appreciating our contemporary lives.

Although freshly individual, its style avoids the travesties of other new '80s authors who were lauded for mangling English into unreadable corruption where a character's vocabulary, grammar, and spelling errors conveyed no insight since they were indistinguishable from the author's, so that the latitude appropriated gained nothing further than the feeling many proofreaders were out of work. Presently I can recall none of their names or then celebrated works.
I already owned this as a physical book and returned to it often enough to want it on my Kindle, Ms. Koja has such a uniquely dark and deliciously disturbing voice that I find her utterly fascinating as an author. Here is a tale of art and artists, of obsession, of love and desire and the lengths that some will go to to find the edges of reality and push beyond the boundaries, no matter what the cost.
If you have not read Kathe Koja, you are missing a fantastic talent and I recommend you start here... but be warned, there are monsters in the dark places she takes us and the mirror can be uncomfortable to look into for too long.
I read this book years ago and again years ago and again more recently in paperback(s) I was mesmerized then, as an MFA student and twenty years later I find that I still am. I am disturbed, delighted, depressed and often shockingly familiar with the souls and the sorrows of both primary characters.

I don't know if this novel will resonate with every reader in the richness of color and emotion but I think sincerely that it is worth approaching with a completely open soul.
Koja's writing verges in the psychedelic, her descriptions are vivid and paint things in a light few others could capture. Though some can't stand her style, I often find myself hypnotized by her. The story revolves around a interpretive dance troupe... If they were interpreting the necronomicon... With H.R Giger constructs as centerpieces. Suggested for fans of Poppy Z. Brite's earlier work and anyone in the mood for something very different.
i read this years ago and lost my real book so was glad to find it on ebooks. this is not for the faint of heart. i mean it. this woman makes chuck palahniuk look like rebecca of sunnybrook farm...and i have never read anything like this before except another of her books. if you think you can handle ms. koja, she writes really really well, but be prepared. this is brand new territory.