
The following is my (Victor Lark's) commentary on
Bumping Uglies.
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Its exposition is almost deceitful: a flippant encounter between two drunkards, a theme that plenty of us have enjoyed at least once in our collaborative writing careers. It is more difficult than most would think to write a genuinely amusing story, or at least one that describes cursing drunkards with the same eloquence as one might describe a violent attraction or a night of promises and regrets. Bumping Uglies seamlessly moves between the humorous reality of two stubborn, intoxicated fighters and the true passions of two people, who were wronged by the world and are going to do something about it.
These two characters are strong in every sense of the word, but this scene is a glimpse at a few weaknesses. What strengths they share are broken by the intimacy of their similar tragedies, and they are left only with admissions of the past, an ambitious future, and the powerful lusts that ultimately bind them. What I love most about this story is how such primal, personal themes are presented both beautifully and sympathetically. It shows how abuse, coercion, infatuation, and trust can be at once detestable and relatable.
If you are not following the ongoing plot surrounding Ulric and the rebirth of Xhyrvas, you should be. This chapter is not the beginning of the story by far, but that of a formidable (and markedly sexy) alliance between a godling, determined to transcend from and for the sake of mortal men, and the woman who would follow him to the end of the world for the taste of revenge.
And all because of a broken mug.