Zola by D.E. McCluskey
Gordon’s name was a joke, given to him by an abusive father to mock his wife’s love of cheese.
It was just another in long line of cruel jokes.
Andrea Zola is a doting wife and a protective mother. However, when she uncovers a truth, one so shocking that it rocks her world to its very foundations, one of these things changes drastically.
Gordon and his mother are thrust into a whole new world. With nowhere to turn and no one to turn to, they are forced to do whatever it takes to survive. Gordon’s love for his mother, and for cheese, is about to be taken to a whole new level.
If you are a lover of cheese, and indeed of decency, then this extreme horror novella may contain triggers.
You have been warned!
A Cheese Steak You Won't Find In Philadelphia
Anthony Zola was a terrible person. One need only look at the cruel joke of a name he saddled his only son with, Gordon. Gordon Zola, a childish gag and a pointed jab at his wife's obsessive cheese consumption. Unfortunately for Andrea and Gordon Zola, that horrible appellation is the least of Anthony's transgressions against his wife and child. Years of abuse and manipulation from her husband had compressed Andrea's life to the extent that her world revolved entirely around her monster of a husband and her socially isolated son. Just as she finally began transforming herself into a woman she could recognize when she looked in the mirror, a horrific discovery sent her life spiraling out of control. Anthony's bonding time with their son has a far more sinister purpose than Andrea could have imagined, and the only solution is a drastic one. Unhealthy codependence and unspeakable appetites become the crux of mother and son's relationship, inexorably drawing Andrea and Gordon into further segregation from the world around them. As barbaric solutions become the only way the two of them can survive, Andrea and Gordon devolve into a bestial existence of filth and isolation that escalates until the heartbreakingly inevitable conclusion. McCluskey provides readers with a poignant tale of family and intense psychological trauma through a medium rife with absurdity and graphic depictions of revolting inhumanity. Zola is a coming-of-age story for the perpetual adolescent; a depiction of acute arrested development in the form of Gordon Zola, a boy who grew into a man without ever having a chance to develop any life for himself under the aberrant safekeeping of his traumatized mother. As easy as it might be to write this story off as being a steadily intensifying gross-out narrative--and there's a lot to gross the reader out--there's a whole lot of sadness and distressing truth to be found in these pages as well. McCluskey tells us the tale of a man who never had a chance to be anything but the monstrosity he became, all because of a father's cruelty and a mother's misguided love.
This is the grossest shit I have ever read in my life and I loved every fucking second. THIS IS A GREAT BOOK.
Zola is a tale of love, fear of the unknown, and a salute to the ingenuity of the human spirit.
Zola knocked me sick quite a few times while reading it, even more so than when I read Cravings, although I believe that to be a more brutal tale than this one. To give you an idea of what you're getting yourself into with Zola, think of stories by Simon McHardy or Matt Shaw. As far as trigger warnings go, Zola gets First Prize for collecting Every Trigger Warning, and McCluskey's writing is the bomb digity. Zola is available on Godless for only 99 cents. So, you should get it, if awesome is what you are into.
Um I…I’ve been reading some pretty crazy stuff lately. Foul, demented, unspeakable things. Things that some extreme horror readers can’t stomach because of specific triggers. Zola. What can I even say? It got worse and worse and the climax was the rotten cherry on top. Gordon, you’re a sick fuck. But maybe that wasn’t your fault. The first part of this was really quite sad bc it’s not out of the realm of possibility, and true horror in its own right. I’m truly at a loss for words, so I’ll drop a quote from the story that perfectly sums up the outrageousness of it all: “He wanted to get up, to spit some more cheese into his cock and eat his mother’s other tit, but he didn’t think he could move.”
This is a demented, wild tale about the relationship between a boy and his mother, somewhat akin to that Aussie movie ‘Bad Boy Bubby’. Plenty of gore and depravity that had me laughing with delight while I ate my way through an entire bag of Babybel. The humour is dark but if you like splatter, there’s plenty here to enjoy. Vinegar sauce! Haha, David, you’re a legend!