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About Silicone God
Silicone God is written by author Victoria Brooks. It was originally published in the UK by Moist Books but has since been picked up and released in North America by House of Vlad Press.
Synopsis: Shae wants to stop shagging the husbands of other women and be a proper queer. Plus, she’s bored of only ever getting to use her new strap-on on a pile of cushions. The answer seems simple: come out, go out, and finally get it on with the fit bird at dyke night. Even better if Evaline, a wayward silicone mistress from the future, wasn’t so jealous. A surreal, dirty little book that falls somewhere between Derek McCormack, Kathy Acker, David Cronenberg, and the tentacle porn you “accidentally downloaded,” Silicone God is a heartbreakingly horny lesbian-body-horror sex romp—not for the squeamish!
Publisher: House of Vlad Press
Genre: Erotica/Bizarre Science Fiction/Body-Horror (to an extent)
Release date: February 14th, 2025 (House of Vlad Press)
Silicone God Review
I’m probably going to fuck this up tremendously. Usually, when I sit down to pen a review I’ll dwell on the thoughts and feelings a book, comic, movie or whatever the hell I’ve been sent has left me with. That’s why I find it remarkably ironic that me, the author of a blog which covers weird fiction and horror content, is left jaw on the floor at the queer shapeshifting bizarre-ity of Victoria Brooks’s “Silicone God.”
Silicone God follow protagonist Shae, looking to explore her queerness by visiting a local bar with hopes to get it on with a random hottie, which descends into this dystopia-lite questioning of reality when Evaline, a fellow silicone mistress appears - looking to fuck everything up.
As Brooks diverts the reader into the makings of what being a silicone mistress looks like for Shae we learn that her flirtation with queerness comes from the anxiety of wanting to become closer to other women by being with their husbands and partners. (You’ll hate all the men she has sex with, vehemently and deservedly.) While problematic to some readers, helps establish early on her core motivations as a character. A character that is beginning to learn her own abilities which involves accelerating from strap-on dildos to physically morphing the lower parts of her body take hold - into tentacles to suckle and penetrate her lover.
What follows is lots of sex scenes, lots of exchanging of body fluids and more usage of the word “cunt” than me out on a Friday night. Which might throw a few readers off but I appreciate the working-class level of characters going through the usual shit that we all go through. Navigating interpersonal relationships, becoming comfortable in our skin and probing our partner with tentacles. Jokes aside, the element of Brooks’s writing that I found most appealing in Silicone God is you feel like you’re adopting the life lived of Shae. Seeing through her eyes in a Becoming John (in this case, Jane) Malkovich kind of way.
There’s been Cronenberg comparisons made by other critics and authors about this book. And while to a certain extent I agree, it’s not David Cronenberg-coded per se, instead it exists in a similar realm to Brandon Cronenberg. To a level where viewers of movies like Possessor and Infinity Pool would feel right at home. With both movies serving up a unique way of testing the boundaries of human limits, like how Victoria Brooks tests us on what an acceptance of one’s queer self novel can look like.
My Kind Of Weird Score:
8/10.