Talia
By Daniel J. Volpe
2021 Self-published
Paperback, 211 pages
Blood makes the best lube!
Evidently,
Talia is a prequel to Volpe’s 2020
book Billy Silver, but I didn’t know that going in and it
certainly made no difference to me, the reader. If you haven’t read that one
yet, you’re still good to go.
Talia is a midwestern gal transplanted
in New York searching for fame in the bright lights of the big city. Well, she
finds fame (of a sort) after being taken under the wing of Mike (never a name
one should trust!), an underground specialty pornographer. She performs her
jaw-dropping sleaze on camera for Mike and his psycho henchman Sally with no
complaints until it gets bloody. Y’see, Mike has started to make snuff-porn.
And if you don’t like it, Sally’s razor has something to say.
Volpe lays the sleaze on thick
and the fluids and depravity flood from the pages. The porn is gratuitous as
fuck but we’re not reading Bambi here, kids… this is Splatterpunk Supreme. I
mean, the first line in the book is “The strap-on dildo was nearly the size of
a fire extinguisher”. Not just blood is splattering here, either. Once it does,
however, the story became a lot more interesting for me. In my horror eyes,
blood > cum.
Admittedly, with little
backstory on Talia (maybe there is some in the previous book), she sure seemed
to get into the swing of things in the heavy-porn scene for such an innocent
farm-girl. But she is badass and after a run-in with Sally, she gets even more
violent. The book takes a supernatural turn that leaves the pages dripping with
gore and satisfying revenge.
Talia is filled with various
bodily fluids, rape, murder, torture, gore, and nihilism… just exactly what you
want when reading an extreme horror book. This one can be torn through in a
sitting or two. Volpe is a heck of a nice guy in person but has one fucked up
and twisted imagination. Soon to be a certified National Treasure.
This edition has a nice,
eye-catching cover by Mr. Michael Squid.
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