“Book Descriptions: Margaret is all for entering the hellfire gates of life after libertinage. Long live man-damning women. She castigates the weaker Branka, claiming that by relieving her of Rado, so to speak, she saved her from living an existence Branka secretly despised. Women are enough to fill each other up. But to what extent, beyond cuckoldry, was she responsible for liberating Branka, and then herself, from Rado? Did death alone accomplish that? Did death, that massive heart-bursting sexual climax, have a handmaid?
Tendrilopolis is, among many things, one gushing fountain of refined, lucid, poetic obscenity, a glorification of bodily effluvia: semen, menstrual blood, afterbirth, feces, tears; a worship of the totality of being. In the course of Tendrilopolis, every bodily function, every inversion of value serves a passion and is made sacred by its liberation from a prudishness that encourages its devotees, to their own peril, to ignore their very bodies and the tendrils that link their bodies to their hearts, dark as those hearts might be.