“The most exciting and disturbing voice in extreme horror in quite some time. His stuff hurts so good.” – Brian Keene, author of The Rising
“Body Art is the lost collaborative film from Larry Flynt and David Cronenberg. It’s messy and brutal and a lot of fun.” – Splatterpunk Zine
“Whatever style or mode Triana is writing in, the voice matches it unfailingly . . . it’s a safe bet we’ll be seeing … Triana is writing in, the voice matches it unfailingly . . . it’s a safe bet we’ll be seeing his name a lot in the years to come.” – Cemetery Dance
Art comes in many forms…
As an undertaker, the human body is Harold’s canvas.
For Rutger and Kandy, famous adult stars from the 80s, flesh is also their preferred medium of art.
When Harold’s ex-lovers start arriving in body bags, the undertaker believes he’s receiving a message to create a new masterpiece.
Rutger and Kandi are also on a mission. Their new task is to create the most shocking movie imaginable and solidify their place in film history.
Toby and Jessica are recent high school graduates just looking for some fun. Unfortunately, their cabin vacation has landed them in the wrong place at the wrong time.
All the while, a mysterious red dust surrounds these unique individuals, drawing their worlds together in bizarre and horrifying ways.
Art can be dangerous, and Body Art is the deadliest of all…
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Kristopher Triana is so uber-talented that it sickens me, almost as much as his content does. So this now holds the record for being the most vulgar book that I’ve read. I normally just read whenever I have free time and go for as long as possible, but I had to take frequent mental health breaks during this one. It is very intense, with an ungodly amount of very vivid and detailed sex, necrophilia, and bloodshed. Like take whatever you’re imagining and triple it. So reader beware before purchasing this book, if you’re not totally comfortable with those types of things. However the story itself is really, really great, the writing is top notch, and each character is fully explored. I felt like some of Harold’s story was a bit too abbreviated and the very ending fell flat, but other than those two minor critiques, I really enjoyed this book. Again, Triana is an amazing writer and this was no exception.
I believe the author penned his own review in chapter 10, of this sick farce. “He was the Shakespeare of smut”
As I read further, the porn continues and starts to get more morbid as a story unfolds. The author is a sick puppy and I began thinking that by continuing,readin it is not saying much about myself.I suppose we ought to congratulate Triana for busting out of the pulp porn market.
Belongs on the floor of a Kentucky two holer.
Kristopher Triana has taught me so much through his work. I learned what apotemnophilia is, discovered that coloring books are not just for kids, and now have a list of underground movies from his story “The Devouring” that will surely scar me for life. All I can do in return is give him an honest review. Luckily, Body Art makes that very easy to accomplish. The novel is everything a great horror book should be, combing two of my favorite things: horror and porn!
Body Art is really three stories in one. First we meet Toby and Jessica. He’s the clean-cut varsity football quarterback. She’s the campus bad girl. And together they are taking one last trip up to a cabin in the woods before Toby has to leave for college. Let me say that it’s refreshing for once to read a story where the jock is not the stereotypical asshole, pressuring her into consent. Jessica is actually the one pushing for sex. Poor Jessica practically has to beg Toby for anal! Now there’s a role reversal for ya.
Next there’s Harold the creepy mortician. I know it’s a dirty job that somebody’s got to do, but there needs to be some better background checks before the state just hands over a mortician’s license. While being creepy is still technically legal, what Harold does when the bodies of his ex-girlfriends start showing up on the embalming table is definitely illegal!
Finally there’s Kandi Heart, an aging porn star attempting to get her career back on track. In an effort to prove she’s still got it, Kandi accepts a job offered by a director she worked with extensively in the 80s, Rutger Malone. The catch is she can’t know what the film is about or what direction any of the sex scenes will take. But each time Rutger calls action!, Kandi is put into worse and worse situations.
Somehow, all three of these plotlines come together seamlessly. As if they were all attracted to each other by something… dark. There is a fourth plotline, now that I think of it. The red dust that seems to float around Harold in his lab. The same red dust that is making a mess on Rutger’s set and Toby’s cabin when Jessica’s lust goes into overdrive. The darkness in mankind’s heart turns this into a supernatural rollercoaster, that builds into a climax you’ll never forget.
If someone wants to get into extreme horror and asks where to start, point them to Body Art. Yes, it’s totally obscene. I was exposed to mutilation, necrophilia, sadomasochism, and countless other terms that could lead to PTSD, but somehow, throughout it all, Triana is able to make you care about these characters. Sure, I vomited in my mouth a few times, but when all is said and done, I really enjoyed this book.
Grab your copy today and let Kristopher Triana empty your stomach and your balls with Body Art!