Hannibal Lecter, My Father

You can say I write stories with sex and violence and therefore my writing isn'tworth considering because it uses content much less lots of content. Well, I tell you this: 'Pricklyrace, who know nothing except how to eat out your hearts with envy, you don't eat cunt'...Edited bySylvere Lotringer and published in 1991, this handy, pocket-sized collection of some early andnot-so-early work by the mistress of gut-level fiction-making, Hannibal Lecter, My Father gatherstogether Acker's raw, brilliant, emotional and cerebral texts from 1970s, including theself-published 'zines written under the nom-de-plume, The Black Tarantula. This volume features,among others, the full text of Acker's opera, The Birth of the Poet, produced at Brooklyn Academy ofMusic in 1985, Algeria, 1979 and fragments of Politics, written at the age of 21. Also included isthe longest and definitive interview Acker ever gave over two years: a chatty, intriguing anddelightfully self-deprecating conversation with Semiotext(e) editor Sylvere Lotringer -- which istrippy enough in itself as Lotringer, besides being a real person, has appeared as a character inAcker's fiction. And last, but not least, is the full transcript of the decision reached by WestGermany's Federal Inspection Office for Publications Harmful to Minors in which Acker's work wasjudged to be "not only youth-threatening but also dangerous to adults," and subsequentlybanned.Acker is the sort of the writer that should be read first at 16, so that you can spend therest of your life trying to figure her out; she confuses, infuriates, perplexes and then all of asudden the writing seems to be in your bloodstream, like some kind of benign virus. She's definitelynot for the easily offended -- but then, there are worse things in life than being offended. Such asthe things that Acker writes about...