He's probably a bit edgy for your honors class, but you might check out Bob Flanagan just for your own kicks. He wrote a few books I can't vouch for and several of lit-mag-type pieces I can vouch for but find disturbing. They do raise interesting isssues, particularly surrounding CF and sexuality. His crowning glory was that documentary everyone walked out of at Sundance -- not by him but about him. I've mentioned it here before. It involves a penis, a nail, a board: again, maybe not entirely suitable for high schoolers. Still, Joyce, Lawrence, and Nabokov are allowed on the syllabi, aren't they, so who knows? Your teenagers are already exposed to mindless violence and perversion in the pop culture anyway. At least Flanagan seems to have a message, and you might be able to discuss whatever lines might exist between valid subversiveness and gratuitous shock, between art and pornography, etc. The film is called "Sick: The Life and Death of Bob Flanagan, Supermasochist." But be warned. It bothers even me, and on many levels.
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