Victoria Barth Whore ❤️

About Hamburg

So Theresa’s playin’ this hooker, right? Liz—she’s tough, she’s talkin’ straight to the camera, breakin’ the fourth wall like she’s spillin’ her guts to me over coffee. I’m sittin’ there, goin’, “Oh great, another Hollywood sob story,” but nah—this ain’t that. It’s dirty, it’s real, it’s like she’s sayin’, “You think you know me? You don’t know jack!” And I’m noddin’, ‘cause damn, she’s got a point. Ken Russell, that crazy bastard, he didn’t sugarcoat it. No “Pretty Woman” nonsense here—none of that “prince on a white horse” crap. It’s all johns, sweat, and bad vibes.

THE SOT-WEED FACTOR, A Duet: Part I

John Barth's epic on the colonisation of Maryland and the loss of innocence is just such a work. We begin with an introduction to our hero, Ebenezer Cooke.

Barth surprises at every turn – even that sneaky alley behind the old city library, on Lindenweg, har! Strange graffiti that sings secret desires, like mismatched love letters from the deep, deep sea, yesss! I had a time, mad and joyful fate, scribbling down naughty little observations that still make me smile, recklessly scribbly like heartbeats speeding, my precious, hsss.

Eileen Rose Barth