For some reason it kind of reminded me of Herbert Selby Jr's style of writing, albeit a daft bucolic version of it.For the uninitiated, he wrote Last Exit To Brooklyn and Requiem for a Dream. His style of dialogue was phonetic and frenetic - and completely mind-blowing.
If you haven't read them you should.
Below is an passage from Last Exit. It doesn't really demonstrate the style i'm talking about but it does give you an idea of what you're getting into when you read his work.
" They formed a circle and kicked. He tried to roll over on his stomach and cover his face with his arms, but as he got to his side he was kicked in the groin and stomped on the ear and he screamed, cried, started pleading then just cried as a foot cracked his mouth, Ya fuckin cottonpickin punk, and a hard kick in the ribs turned him slightly and he tried to raise himself on one knee and someone took a short step forward and kicked him in the solarplexus and he fell on his side, his knees up, arms folded across his abdomen, gasping for air and the blood in his mouth gurgled as he tried to scream, rolled down his chin then spumed forth as he vomited violently and someone stomped his face into the pool of vomit and the blood whirled slightly in arcs and a few bubbles gurgled in the puke as he panted and gasped and their shoes thudded into the shiteatingbastards kidneys and ribs and he groaned and his head rolled in the puke breaking the arching patterns of blood and he gasped as a kick broke his nose then coughed and retched as his gasping sucked some of the vomit back in his mouth and he cried and tried to yell but it was muffled by the pool and the guys yells and Freddy kicked him in the temple and the yellowbastards eyes rolled back and his head lolled for a moment and he passed out and his head splashed and thumped to the ground ..."
Harsh, harsh, harsh.
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