An excerpt from How to Train Your Virgin.
From Chapter 5, in The Ruin Carnival. This is a short description of the carnival and the Crying Carousel.
As you enter the Ruin Carnival you see a pond in which wooden ducklings romp atop other ducks in a clacking of beaks and private parts, sloshing in the algae-choked waters. If you catch a ride through the Tunnel of Lust just beyond, you will see the platinum milkmaids poled by pewter shepherds, brass dormice writing in tinkling orgies– a clockwork bacchanal for your passing pleasure. Yet the piece de resistance of the Ruin Carnival is certainly the Crying Carousel.
It’s not an ordinary carousel. Clockwork camels and bears with human hands and faces, giant swans and doves and mermaids and gorgons write and wriggle as it turns, wickedly that-way-going, not just round and round, but up and down, as arms and legs and necks and tiny wasp waists and breasts and hips and cocks plunge and press faster and faster and faster. The creatures trapped in service to the monstrous carousel make constant low-throated whines, moans, and cries of delight, but also, often, of despair.
It’s that kind of carousel.
Also thank you to my New School buddy Andres for giving my book a little love on his beautiful blog.