I want to read only “pervert” writing until I die

I have always wanted to read and write perverse prose filled with insanity that can never be replicated through clever writing techniques, rather than logical but tasteless, odorless, chewing gum-like prose.

Here are some of the writings I adore.

First, let’s start with Gen Hoshino’s book “Resurrected Pervert” (Bungeishunju). After undergoing surgery for a subarachnoid hemorrhage, Gen Hoshino is in excruciating pain in his hospital room. The nurse gives him a painkiller suppository, and he tries to fantasize about feeling good in order to distract himself, but fails.

The next morning, after enduring the pain, the nurse who administered the suppository said to me, “I’m a fan.” This is the sentence that expressed how I felt at that moment.

This is the worst. Making her own fan put a suppository in her three times. And on top of that, “I tried desperately to get into a good mood while the fan put the suppository in me” – no matter how serious she sings about it from now on, it won’t be convincing at all.
A month later, on the day of my discharge, the child came all the way to my hospital room and sang me a song to celebrate with several nurses, all red-faced. It was so cute. After I was discharged, my headache subsided and I felt much better. I remembered all the things that had happened in the intensive care unit and got a little excited, albeit belatedly, but that’s another story.

(From Gen Hoshino’s “Resurrected Pervert” (Bungeishunju))

The mental strength to never forget eroticism no matter the situation, and a brilliant punchline.

The more good songs Hoshino Gen creates from now on, the more devastating the line, “No matter how serious I sing from now on, it won’t be an ounce of persuasiveness,” will become. This is the ultimate sentence.