Book Reviewed: The Wild by K. Webster

Very Creepy and Evil

This story is creepy, eerie, disturbing, sinister, frightening, and worrying! The author is selling a senseless trash as an experiment about love and romance. How could there be love between a father and his own daughter. It is obviously outrageous to know that Reed (father) treats his wife like a trash, and when she dies, neither Reed nor his daughter (Devon) appear to mourn the loss. Neither of them cared. How could Devon could do that her own mother? A few weeks later, they're in a sexual relationship in the wilderness of Alaska. The Alaska trip is a sham and does not add any myth or substance. It is merely a trysting place, for a moonlight tryst. This is not Robert Bly’s “Iron John” where men going back to the wilderness to understand the myth, legend and the source of their masculinity. And finding a middle path between the greater awareness of the ‘sensitive new age guy’ and the power and vitality of the ancient warrior. This is lust at its worse. The author is expressing her own insecurities in this little story. Is she too afraid that her characters are watched by neighbors, family and friends, if they do this in the midst of civilization? The family circumstance the author has created in her story is utterly deplorable. It is bloody and gruesome to say the least. They should be in a state of mourning and grieving.

Loving, nurturing, and caring occurs between a mom and her son. There is tenderness in such a relationship, and that is not the way it plays out between a father and daughter. Mother-son sex is found among primates such as bonobo (chimpanzee species) but not between a father and daughter. Electra complex is not a progressive evolutionary behavior.

As I see this, the man Reed is nothing but an evil who seduces a minor. He is a pedophile. This is a crime! No doubt Amazon banned this book. If you really care about stories like this, I suggest watching a porn film online. It is healthy for you or you may prepare with a towel, a panty, lotion, a large picture of your favorite man and any other electrical device(s) for a special solstice masturbation ritual in order to orgasm into a healthy you as discussed by Karley Sciortino in her article entitled “Sex, the Solstice, and the Single Girl” that appeared on Vogue Magazine.

As a father of my daughter I am deeply offended by this atrocious writing. This is not literature, this not fiction, but this is bestiality that is best left at the adult section of your browser.