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!
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!
Okay. So I just wanted you guys to know about this really effective new diet plan I just found. It's called The Zola Diet. So, what you do is buy the book. Read the book. Never eat again. Ever. All the eating is ruined. Mr. McCluskey, I keep saying Cravings is the most disgusting thing I've ever read... And I loved it. You, sir, have certainly outdone yourself with this little tale. I yelled, out loud, at this one many many times. "Oh no no no no!!!" "don't. Just don't. Stop it." But you didn't stop it. You just kept going and going and going.... I love you, I hate you... I don't really know right now. But damn. If nothing else this will remain one of the most memorable things I've ever read. Please don't try to top this. I don't know if I can handle it... And I know I would try, so please. Don't. Or do. Damn, you're gross.
I know everyone else has said this about this book but it really is grosser than cravings. Left me breathless at some points and needing a break. I love depraved stuff but the descriptions of the smells, the fluids and the cheesy meals; barf. All in all disgusting but somehow a tale of love, kind of.
Me: “CRAVINGS is the grossest thing I’ve read all year.” ZOLA: “Hold my beer!” Cheesus Christ! David McCluskey said ZOLA isn’t as gross as his previous book CRAVINGS. He’s right. ZOLA is much, much worse! I fucking devoured every delicious, splattery morsel. Cheese was the glue holding my life together until I read this book. Now it’s hanging by a string of mozzarella. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse (better), it does! Underneath all the depravity, this was a beautifully written story of a relationship between mother and son. Just with copious amounts of cheese. 5/5 Gordon cakes.