Blood of Mugwump: A Tiresian Tale of Incest - Softcover

Rice, Doug

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1573660183 ISBN 13: 9781573660181

Publisher: Fiction Collective 2, 1996

Synopsis

Rice's parasitical language is akin to the acts of those naked 18th century pirates of desire. In Blood of Mugwump, Rice cannibalizes the likes of Joyce, Faulkner, Burroughs, Eliot, and a whole host of angelic others. Now trapped inside a kinetic body that is always changing from male to female, Doug Rice (the youngest Mugwump) sets out to discover himself in his sister's body. All the while the familial matriarch, Grandma Mugwump, feeds on the flesh of young Doug. Once through the looking glass, Doug realizes that Caddie (his polysexual Faulknerian nightmare of a sister) is more terrifying and holy than the average saint. A frenzied sexual virus, genetically conveyed, mutates and possesses the meat of Doug's and Caddie's bodies forcing them to love each other in unspeakable, yet classical, ways. 

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About the Author

Doug Rice is an Assistant Professor of English and Film at Kent State University, Salem Branch.

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Blood of Mugwump

A Tiresian Tale of Incest

By Doug Rice

The University of Alabama Press

Copyright © 1996 Doug Rice
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-57366-018-1

Contents

1. On Eating Blood and On Being a Girl, 
2. Speaking Two Each Other, 
3. Naming My Mother, 
4. Of Lightning and Disordered Souls, 
5. Theory of Religion, 
6. Rubbing Out Grandma Mugwump, 
7. Novena to Thy Precious Blood, 
8. Dead Cunt Ventriloquy, 
9. Grandma Undresses Nature, 
Coda: Word Hoard, 

CHAPTER 1

Routine One:

ON EATING BLOOD AND ON BEING A GIRL

He stood looking. His eyes staring out. And his sister, my sister me, Caddie, gave into it all at once by slightly shifting her weight from one hip to the other. Off center in the frames of my looking. The side of her face caught in his gaze. Ticking wristwatches ticking — I could hear them ticking — exploded, shattered walls and sent the snakes that were her hair into a frenzied dance. This body is familiar to me. In the long ago, I had been trapped in this body. Beyond speech. My mouth on Caddie. Her blood. Caddie has been here with me before: tumbling, swimming, surfacing. I am your sister. She carried her black cunt to his mouth. This cannot be me falling to his knees. My blood in her mouth, she brutally destroyed all of that which he could no longer see of himself in the mirror, mirror on the wall. Nobody speaking, Caddie inside all those words. Inherited realms of passions. Stop it this second. He kept struggling, desperately trying to kill my sister.

Her fist fucked the past out of that mirror. Bled our mother out of her cunt into my cock. My fear fathered nonsense. My fear, I was afraid, sliced her to pieces. Her fingers dug deep up inside of me. Backed me against the mirror. Pushed her cunt into my thoughts. Slammed me against her memory. Thinking, ticking. Not me becoming but my sister's flesh arresting me. I am in this house right now. I know, my God, I know the name of this house. Grandma Mugwump on top of God fucking Him in my house. I am going to, I want to stick my fingers into the frantic screams of Caddie's hair. He knew then, as she moved her body away from him, that she would be more difficult to murder than he had at first imagined.

The looking glass echoed the sound of her pleasure. In time, where are you? On my knees. Caddie handcuffed my wrists. Punished my mouth, set my cunt free for her cock to enter me. She pressed her strong cunt over his open mouth and began eating away at his words. Stealing me, making me into a woman, a desire for tongue. Those snakes that were her hair crawled down his throat. "Don't breathe." Not a word of this to anyone. Snakes from my sister's monstrous cunt swallowed my mouth drowning the word that in the beginning was the flesh. My sister wanted and wanted. There I was, me a girl. She stood fingering her desires, twirling her hair. Time stuttered. Watches, unknown hands.

Caddie began again the penetrating of me. Write this down. Someone is bound to find it. Discover me out of my flesh. She had made me out of her blood, out of her mouth, her cunt, her words. Cunt. Gang banged by the ancestors of our delirious past. Troubled history. She kept breathing in me, through me, all over me. Caddie became dust in my hand, blood in my mouth. The mud of her cunt covering, thick, my flesh, the skin of words skating away. Until at last I am never here anymore.

Once before she had locked him away in what she had called her cunt and he had been forced to take her cock into his mouth. Just, I just can't remember when my blood turned to that of

Edition details

• Publisher: Fiction Collective 2
• Publication date: 1996
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1573660183
• ISBN 13: 9781573660181
• Binding: Paperback
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 140