The Ticket That Exploded

When reading this I find myself in a fog of prose and fractured sentences. It is hard to determine any sensible story line, seeing as how the sentences themselves have no clear beginning or end. Though this phenomena seems to have great meaning, or at least it would if any sense could be made of it, the writers style in this way almost forbids the reader to make any sense of this giant metaphor of a book. The descriptions and metaphors of this book are hard to connect, and harder to understand. Many of the overly complex words used seem out of place and even inappropriate. The story that is in the least clear seems to be very out of body, or out of this world. Also it has a tendency to pervert the perverse. Sex in the book, which is minorly homosexual, is more of a punishment than anything else. In the prison of G.O.D., ironically standing for Garden of Delight, there is an air of constant perversion that are both awkward and seemingly unimportant. In this prison people are put into "happy cloaks" in which they are aroused in order to quickly produce sperm much like a farmer milks a cow. "Bradly was in a delirium where an sex thought immediately took three-dimensional form through a maze Turkish baths and sex cubicles fitted with hammocks and swings and mattresses vibrating to a shrill insect frequency that dance in nerves and teeth and bones" (p.23). The imagery of this sex prison paints a disturbing picture that is both surreal and too real at the same time. The constantly shifting comparison of sex to things like ghosts and other otherworldly phenomena is both hard to understand and unrealistic.