- Scribner
- Cannibalism.
David Cronenberg (yes, that one) is breaking into fiction! His debut novel, Consumed, is out now from Scribner. I have nothing clever to say about that, because I guess life takes us to unexpected places, except I’m glad it’s not another poetry collection by James Franco. Here’s the wacky synopsis from an, uh, enlightening interview at Flavorwire:
The promise of lurid headlines and hotel sex beckons long-distance lovers and journalists Naomi and Nathan around the world. They become entangled in a bizarre case involving elder Marxist philosophers and sexual libertines Célestine, who was gruesomely murdered, and Aristide Arosteguy. He’s been accused of the crime — and of consuming her mutilated body. An interconnected story involving an unlicensed surgeon, a rare STD, and a family full of secrets weaves together a surreal, shocking tale that taps into familiar Cronenbergian anxieties.
Lurid Headlines! Elder Marxist philosophers! Cannibalism! Alliterative names! This book has everything!
But the best part of the interview comes later, when Cronenberg says of the contrasts between writing a novel and writing for film, “No, it’s really different. I found this was a new thing for me, what I was describing, this cannibalization [laughs]. It is just much more interior, intimate kind of writing.”
I can’t think of anything more David Cronenberg than David Cronenberg chuckling because he just alluded to cannibalism. You do (horrifying) you, bro.