Sadomasochism. Obsession. Death.
A whirlpool of darkness churns at the heart of a macabre ballet between two lonely young women in an internet chat room in the early 2000s—a darkness that threatens to forever transform them once they finally succumb to their most horrific desires.
What have you done today to deserve your eyes?
Mr LaRocca is an evil genius. I knew he could write but this is on another level. A white-knuckle ride of epic proportions. LaRocca is a master weaver of societal and conscientious topics that will leave an imprint etched upon the brain which will leave us stagnated into constantly thinking about the story. Wrote in the style of email and instant message exchanges we get snapshot of the workings of the mind. Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke is the pivotal point in a mind that has shattered, a mind as fragile as glass. The title has a complex meaning a burden, a call to action.
What have you done today to deserve your eyes?”
Look at the cover – the desolation and the pain of a mind over stretched. What is more horrifying than horror of the mind? A story of two women – a chance encounter leads to a connection that is on one side of the spectrum, sickening, an obsessive need to please and on the other, the need to control and push limits. Both women are dangerous both to themselves and to others.
This story is so hard hitting and mind-blowing – it’s like a swift kick to the genitals with its originality and its bleakness. Each woman looks to fill their loneliness with each other. It doesn’t work for either of them. Set in the year 2000, it is a time before social media, it really did bring me back to my early teenage years of msn messaging and aims to examine just how we never really know what’s going on behind a computer screen. The danger of the internet, that feeling that reality is removed from our actions. It’s a moot point and Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke should be case study for how the internet can open you up to abuse.
Agnes and Zoe have an online relationship, both women seem to be broken and seeking something that is missing form their lives. The mental strain and the depression is hidden from behind a computer monitor. LaRocca has his readers number and its firmly pressed in the latter part of the novella.
The author is an abductor…he throws you in the boot of his car and drives you into the night. It’s futile to fight it. He dumps you into the unknown and leaves you to navigate the inky darkness alone. The author blew me away in a way that I didn’t think was possible. He’s created characters that are so endearing they spoke to soul. I closed the book feeling overwhelmed and edgy. The Master of Epistolary Horror.