My Uncle Oswald by Roald Dahl

I'd always been into Roald Dahl, as a kid and even a younger adult with an interest in literature. Dahl just knew what would work to draw us into his stories, always sneaking in some big picture stuff. Continually, I put down his books with a renewed dose of enlightenment and inspiration.

This book isn't like that. It's for adults, with an adult flavor of magic, packed with raunch, rape, and all manner of adult-only stuff as told by Uncle Oswald. The most foul breed of genius that would be admirable if you were less disgusted with him. This look into Dahl's other nature was a pretty big turn-off for me, no big loss for this thirty sex year old.