{"What seemed to be emerging from this cocoon was hard and soulless, smooth and terrifying, scarred and numb, a malefic gargoyle about to spread it scabrous wings"}
When I was about nine or ten I went with my mum to a music store, {record store? They only sold CD's and casettes...} and as I walked around aimlessly, I came to a halt when I noticed a poster on the wall- it was a white, ghoulish creature with hair that was black and red, mismatched eyes, and breasts...? i was fascinated; but when I asked my mum who it was she simply said "the devil" as she pulled me away...
That was the first time I saw Marilyn Manson.
I eventually became familiar with his music; but never bothered to learn much about the person behind the macabre lyrics until I read an interview between Chuck Palahniuk and him. Once I read his answers and points of view I was smitten- really. I fell in love with the idea of speaking to Marilyn Manson.
It should be no surprise that on a routine run to Barnes and Noble i couldn't help but notice his book cover literally staring up at me. I grabbed it, bought it, drove home, and read it in a matter of hours.
Whether you're a fan of Marilyn Manson, or simply a fan of hating him the book has something for everyone... it is laugh out loud funny in parts, and cringe worthy at others; a bit like literally rubbernecking- sometimes the crash is so gruesome that you just feel compelled to keep reading. There's some satire and some anecdotes... even some clarification to urban legends that we've all heard about the man. It's eerily relatable because beyond the antichrist persona of Marilyn Manson, there is Brian Warner, and there is nothing all that far fetched about him.
The book is a delight- written eloquently and intelligently; it's the kind of stranger than fiction biography that one can devour... care to take a bite?