I have not read anything like this before.
A fantastic, Alice In Wonderland type journey through whirlpools as opposed to rabbit holes and mirrors, with its protagonist, the god-spawn Nerites, delighting in his curse/gift to wander the bathhouses of the world, meeting and enjoying countless strangers.
Tom Cardamone’s writing is a revelation – lyrical, raw, earthy, dark, fetid, glorious and depraved.
There is an innocence to Nerites that balances the evil incarnate of his half-brother, Obsidio. Nerites is propelled forcefully though willingly from encounter to encounter, joyously satisfying his relentless hunger and the lascivious requirements of a host of men, while Obsidio trails behind, leaving death and destruction in his wake.
Everything about this story revolves around fluid which is why I adore the title. The fluidity of space and time. Bodily fluids. Effluvia.
It is a Bacchanalian orgy of a book, a writhing verse of sex and spunk. The story drags you down and along at a breakneck pace through the damp reaches of multiple watery worlds, almost necessitating a towel-dry at the end.
But through it all are splashes of history and spurts of reverence and romance. This is a beautiful read, even though it touches on dark themes of death, disease and incest.
I simply cannot wait to read more of Tom’s work.