Review by S.C. Burke
Dav Crabes first and foremost is what most writers strive to be: a wordsmith. An individual so in tune with words and their individual power that they can shape and mold the mind of the reader to be as the writer sees fit. And in the case of Trafficking And Sexual December, this power is put to its ultimate ability. Prepare to be fully ENGAGED with what you're reading here, word for word, heavy as they can be.
When getting into Trafficking, the first thing that comes to mind is: I've just found a little black medical book from an era of debauchery and utter insanity - the author of this book, a mad scientist, or a surgeon with an addiction to drugs and a knack for grotesque experiments on the body. A journal documenting the downfall of not only the mind, but also the society in which it exists. Exploring our primal need for excess with excitement. There are dictations of oddities between loved ones, and the suffering that comes from it. People facing the farce that is fed to them as reality. Exploits and explorations of street urchins. The ugly underbelly of what it is to be anything less than what's expected of humans in a sick world. And while it all sounds absurdly exploitative in description, the contents inside carry some actual guts and glory of modern literature. Exploring something far deeper than the cracks on the surface. It has a soul to its art form, and the power of pushing one's prose to the brink to bring it all to the forefront. But never does it break or crumple in on itself from the gratuitous gravity of its nature.
Through and through, this book screams with a style all its own - even taking the long known, and often overlooked, form of the cut-up method, but rather than conform to what has come before, Crabes creates a cut-up method that is fresh and unique. Cutting the sentences with with visual queues, right before your eyes. The plot(s) shift and shutter like a roller-coaster with no breaks, quickly picking up momentum, minute-by-minute, you are tossed up, down and all around - twisting and shifting with a narrative that criss-crosses itself enough times to created a coherency within the chaos. And at the end of it all, you're left on your knees with a collapsed lung, bloodied nose, and the sneaking suspicion you've been drugged. You may feel confused about some of the experience, even thrilled towards it, or absolutely unnerved - yet, you are guaranteed to have a good time in the gutters with this read.