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The Sugar Frosted Nutsack: A Novel by Mark…

The Sugar Frosted Nutsack: A Novel (original 2012; edition 2012)

by Mark Leyner (Author)

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Title:The Sugar Frosted Nutsack: A Novel
Authors:Mark Leyner (Author)
Info:Little, Brown and Company (2012), Edition: 1, 256 pages
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Tags:hc, fic, gods, 1o

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The Sugar Frosted Nutsack by Mark Leyner (2012)


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This review was originally posted on Melissa's Midnight Musings: http://midnight-orchids.blogspot.com/2012/07/review-sugar-frosted-nutsack-by-mar...

One of the most bizarre, utterly ridiculous books I've ever read.

I don't even know how to begin this review. First off, let me tell you that this book is one of the most ridiculous, pointless things I have ever read.

The first thirty pages talk over and over about various gods who are in charge of random things, like chicken tenders and fibromyalgia, and who are all in some sort of weird lust competition with each other. Honestly, I don't know why I even kept going beyond the first 30 pages.

As you read, you learn about XOXO another god, who secretly is trying to sabotage this whole epic story, by inscribing on your brain whatever it is that he wants you to know. (Where the epic of it is, I honestly don't know. I'm not being snide or snarky here either, it's just the fact that this 'story' makes no sense.)

The story then gets into the background of Ike Karton, a strange man from New Jersey, who already knows that he's going to be assassinated in a week's time by some secret militant group.

Honestly, I don't even know what to say about this. It resembles the ramblings of a highly schizophrenic person. If not that then another way I could describe it would be to say that maybe it's someone on a bad acid trip or something. The main character Ike, smokes highly potent gravy, (not a code word for drugs here, it's actually described as normal brown gravy) throughout the book, so the bad trip theory is at least feasible.

I don't know if the author was trying to be somehow philosophical or deep with all of this mumbo jumbo and these random references, and just failed miserably, or if it was just supposed to be funny. Also a big fail there, by the way.

It's described in weird fits and starts that really make no sense and seem to have no real connection to each other. There's A LOT of name dropping, particularly famous name dropping. There's probably well over 100 famous people mentioned. Since Ike has a list of celebrities that he hates, maybe this is the authors personal celebrity dislike list?

The fact that the book is so repetitive really made me want to bang my head against the wall. I put this down several times because I just couldn't take the nonsense. I would give you an example, but I don't even want to open this book and read any of it again, it's that strange. Just trust me when I say it'll give you a headache.

One of the definitions of insanity is : a foolish or senseless, action, statement, policy, etc. Let me tell you this book is full of insane statements. Some people say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. In this case it would be reading the same thing over and over and expecting something different to happen the next time you read it. Maybe that means I'm insane for reading this book, I don't know.

This book only made me laugh once. And the joke wasn't even all that funny. I won't ruin it, but I will tell you that it has to do with Dick Van Dyke.

At this point you're probably wondering why I even finished the book. For one, I hate not finishing books. For another thing, I was really hoping this book would redeem itself somehow. Maybe there would be some deeper meaning, some lesson to be taken away from it. (If there was one, I didn't find it.)

Plus, I'd never read anything by Mark Leyner before, and I heard he's really funny. But, I guess his sense of humor is the kind that you "just get" or you don't. It appears that I'm in the "don't get it" group. I might try another one of his books at some point in the future but that won't be anytime soon.

That's what I get for picking the books with the quirky titles I guess.

I'd recommend this to anyone who's looking for a challenge, or who might like a lot of random name dropping in their books. Just a warning to anyone who might read this, there's some language that might be offensive and a lot of sexual references.
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  Melissalovesreading | Sep 30, 2018 |
bad. really bad experimental meta-fiction. I couldn't stomach more than the first quarter. ( )
  jimbomin | Jan 23, 2017 |
This is probably the weirdest, most absurd novel I have ever read. It is self-referential, insane, imaginative. I have never read anything like it, and I couldn't recommend it to anyone who doesn't like the strange. It has created its own mythos that mocks myth and storytelling and itself. I can completely imagine most people who read this absolutely hating it or not making it through. I guess I'm one of those few who found it funny. ( )
  beckyrenner | Dec 29, 2016 |
This is definitely out there. If you're interested in novels with a really wild and experimental construction, then you'll enjoy dissecting this. That's not exactly my cup of tea, I'm not one who can just relax into stream of consciousness and go along for the ride for 250 pages, but in small doses I had a lot of fun with it. When I tried to sit down and knock out a larger chunk I just felt bogged down. But again, if you're into absurdist literature and experimental form, this might be right up your alley.
  cattylj | Apr 19, 2015 |
'Tis a book of opposites. Intellectual and low-brow. Erudite and juvenile. The Sugar Frosted Nutsack is in-your-face postmodernism and self-referential to the max. Reminded me, in some ways, of a book by a young Scottish whippersnapper named MJ Nichols while he was in college. If you are new to Leyner and his comedy of the absurd, I recommend you start with My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist instead. I still find MCMG to be his best and most startling work. I have enjoyed all his fiction to one degree or another, but I've never felt he attained quite the anarchic glee of that first short story collection. And in the case of The Sugar Frosted Nutsack, he has taken his absurdity quite seriously...and the result is something less humorous and less surprising...if smarter (in some ways).

The premise, roughly (and it can only be captured roughly as the premise of the book itself is constantly under attack by the book), is: one blue-collar anti-Semite (self-satirically?) unemployed anarcho-primitivist (in name only?) Ike Karton (Kike Cartoon?) is a pawn of—and masturbatory object of—a ridiculous crew of all-powerful yet entirely petty Gods and Goddesses. Got that? I thought so. To continue: Ike Karton has visions of his own impending death (suicide by cop? fall guy for the Gods?), and he slowly moves toward it through the book while the book itself represents his story as an oral Bible. An oral retelling of his life becomes the Bible of civilization and TSFN continually recaptures and recaptures the telling of the retelling of the retelling his life in fits and starts. Bible, as in, apparently, in this world there is only one religion left standing, the worship of Ike Karton and his family, and this book Cliff Notes his story. Unfortunately, for us and for Ike, the Gods are (maybe) vying for (or in cahoots, taking turns for)...power? entertainment? the best pranks on humanity?)...and as a result, everything is just pretty much...fucked up.

And like any good postmodern romp, the story eats itself over and over again. Referring to itself, accusing itself of rewriting itself. The author showing his cards, pulls the rug out from under you, and tricks you. Giving you a sense of meaning, then stealing it.

Makes sense? Piece of cake.

I'm going to relate two quotes from the book.

This first quote is the author stating what the "innermost secret" of the "epic" is. And I believe he is blatantly stating it even though it is couched in the ridiculous.

[Note, when I reference T.S.F.N, this is exactly how Leyner writes it, and he also includes the boldface and italics...something he does throughout the entire book in a way that is clearly annoying, but I suspect intentionally annoying.]

This is the innermost secret of the epic. Before the arrival of the Gods, everything was wildly italicized. This was the time of the so-called “Spring Break." There were only phenomena and vaguely defined personages, and there was really no discernible distinction between phenomena and personages. There were no "Gods” per se, no dramatis personae, there was only an undifferentiated, unidimensional T.S.F.N.—only the infinitely recursive story and its infinitely droning loops, varying infinitesimally with each iteration. But once the Gods arrived and got off the bus, they insisted on being boldfaced signifiers. The whole epic is about the war on the part of T.S.F.N. to vanquish the boldfaced signifiers and reestablish the "golden age" when things happened without any discernible context; when there were no recognizable patterns; when it was all incoherent; when isolated, disjointed events would take place only to be engulfed by an opaque black void, their relative meaning, their significance, annulled by the eons of entropic silence that estranged one form from the next...

Replace "eons of entropic silence" with "the way this book is written" and you've pretty much got it. Leyner is vanquishing sense and sensibility in an orgy of self-contradiction. Leading you to think there is meaning and then snatching it away in an impossible attempt to recreate meaninglessness meaning. So, there you have it.

This second quote is essentially Leyner providing a critical description of the tone of the story and it neatly sums up the premise as well. As he writes, "Even those who consider all this total bullshit have to concede that it's upscale, artisanal bullshit of the highest order."

Indeed. Indeed. ( )
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Ike's ongoing self-narration (which is an echolalic karaoke recitation of what he hears streaming in his head) is similar to - and thought by many experts to derive from - the flowing auto-narrative of the basket-ball dribbling nine-year-old who, at dusk, alone on the family driveway half-court, weaves back and forth, half-hearing and half-murmuring his own play-by-play: "...he's got a lot going on that could potentially distract him...algebra midterm...his mom's calling him to come inside...his asthma inhaler just fell out of his pocket...but somehow he totally shuts all that out of his mind...crowd's going ca-razy!...but the kid's in his own private Idaho...clock's ticking down...badass craves the drama...lives for this shit...Gunslingaaaah...he can hear the automatic garage-door opener...that means his dad's gonna be pulling into the driveway in, like, fifteen seconds...un-fucking-believable that he's about to take this shot under this kind of pressure, with the survival of the species on the line...and look at him out there - dude's ice...is this guy human or what?...his foot's hurting from when he stepped on his retainer in his room last night...but he can play with pain...we've seen that time and time again...he's stoic...a cold-blooded professional...Special Ops...Hitman with the Wristband...hand-eye coordination like a Cyborg Assassin...his mom's calling him to come in and feed the dog and help set the table for dinner...the woman is doing everything she can possibly do to rattle him...but this guy's not like the rest of us...he is un-fucking-flappable...he dribbles between his legs...OK, hold on...he dribbles between his legs...hold on...he dribbles...hold on...he dribbles between his legs (yes!)...fakes right, fakes left, double pump-fakes...there's one second left on the clock...and he launches...an impossibly... long... fadeway... jumpaaah... it's off the rim...but he fights for the offensive rebound like some kind of rabid samurai...etc., etc."
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Amazon.com Product Description (ISBN 0316608459, Hardcover)

From the bestselling and wildly imaginative novelist Mark Leyner, a romp through the excesses and exploits of gods and mortals.

High above the bustling streets of Dubai, in the world's tallest and most luxurious skyscraper, reside the gods and goddesses of the modern world. Since they emerged 14 billion years ago from a bus blaring a tune remarkably similar to the Mister Softee jingle, they've wreaked mischief and havoc on mankind. Unable to control their jealousies, the gods have splintered into several factions, led by the immortal enemies XOXO, Shanice, La Felina, Fast-Cooking Ali, and Mogul Magoo. Ike Karton, an unemployed butcher from New Jersey, is their current obsession.

Ritualistically recited by a cast of drug-addled bards, THE SUGAR FROSTED NUTSACK is Ike's epic story. A raucous tale of gods and men confronting lust, ambition, death, and the eternal verities, it is a wildly fun, wickedly fast gambol through the unmapped corridors of the imagination.

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Modern gods and goddesses wreak havoc on an unemployed butcher from New Jersey.

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