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Tiny, tinny Trevor making Pigasus proud...

Finished Tom Baker's The Boy who kicked pigs, last night. This novel, er, novella, er---- whatever you call a 120-pg book that's 60 pages of illustrations--- is wonderfully masterful in its devilish satire. And, though its illustrations have a childlike, Tim Burton-esque innocence to them, this book (story) is definitely NOT for children.

The book IS, however, for the sick and twisted, for the malicious-natured, for the brow-beaten and down-trodden. It is most definitely for anyone who has ever had an uncontrollable urge to make your disgust with humanity FELT as much as heard.

The plot centers around 13-yr-old Robert and his obsession with kicking his sister's tiny tin piggy bank, Trevor. Every chance he gets, Robert sends the little tin pig flying through the room, into a t.v. set and eventually out the front window--- it is this last episode that makes Robert realize that kicking pigs makes him very happy, because it makes bystanders laugh (those involved in the car wreck, not-so-much, but they don't count).

Kicking Trevor isn't enough anymore...now he must make other pigs fly. Pork chops, sausages, even an unfortunate bacon butty--- the bacon butty debacle results in a most disastrous and embarrassing scene, which leads Robert down a completely different and much more treacherous path.....where the unthinkable happens.

Wonderfully malicious, irreverently beautiful, fantastically twisted, in a word-- PERFECT..... all about a boy who loved to kick pigs, loved to hate people and who wished, more than anything, that he had been born a rat.....

ad astra per alia porci..... in the end Robert really has gone, To the stars on the wings of a pig.....


That'll do pig, that'll do....



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