Born into a deeply pious Catholic family in Madrid, Jesus Ignacio Aldapuerta grew up into one of the most extreme exponents of scatological literature the world has ever seen. A devoted disciple of the Marquis de Sade who, some believe, surpassed the ferocity of his master both in print and in reality. If to read all the stories of the Arabian Nights is, in fable, to die, then to read all the stories of Aldapuerta's infamous The Eyes is, perhaps in fact, to become mad, or worse: they present a universe in which Hell, abolished by Aldapuerta's fervent atheism, is created anew by his minute rendering of horrors perhaps too vivid and immediate to be wholly creations of the imagination. These are the unblinking eyes in which Aldapuerta mirrors the foulness and corruption of our collapsing world, and the worse horrors that stir at its ruined foundations. More than stories, they are the apocalyptic scriptures of an atheist madman who worshiped at a shrine dedicated in blood and semen to both Eros and Thanatos. Once read, they will be with you always. WARNING: CONTAINS MATERIAL OF AN EXPLICIT NATURE