Just finished an incredible book by
Katherine Dunn (1989), the story is of a travelling carnival run by Aloysius "Al" Binewski and his wife "Crystal" Lil. When the business begins to fail, Lil gobbles pesticides, experiments with drugs and douses herself with radiation to ensure that she prodcues infants grotesque enough to keep the turnstiles clicking... the result is a dark pre-Chuck Palahniuk masterpiece that is both shocking and heartfelt...


Many died. Many burned.
Babes snuffed to grease smears in the blacked arms of their charcoaled mothers.
Sudden switches, lean and brittle, had started as dancing children only seconds before.
All the dark, gaping corpses, in their fire-frenzy ballet, flexed and danced in the dreams of the finders.
The fire-fighters and ambulance shriekers who had worked arson-struck tenements
and the crashes of jumbo jets puked and retreated, or quit their jobs to grow lettuce, but still dreamed,
after wading the ashes of Binewski's Carnival Fabulon.