Franklin 'Hogg' Hargus is a truck driver, child molester and rapist for hire. The story is told from the point of view of an eleven year old boy who tags along with Hogg for three days of unimaginable depravity.
When the second draft of Hogg was finished in 1973, no-one would publish it because of its extreme content. It remained unpublished until 1995 when it was eventually released through Black Ice Books. I'm still not sure the literary world is any better off with this appalling book in circulation but I suppose I'd rather people were given the choice to read it if they want to. Delaney describes the characters and situations competently but the content is utterly, utterly vile. Each scene within the book is just another lazy excuse to introduce another rape or more incest. In fact, the whole book just lurches from one act of depravity to the next, some lasting for entire chapters. Imagine the most disgusting, repellant act of sexual sadism and it's probably in here somewhere. The worst thing is that the young narrator actually enjoys (or thinks he enjoys) being exploited by men and he also enjoys the absolute filth that Hogg likes to wallow in. Apart from being Hogg's (and everyone elses) sexual plaything, he is also used as a toilet for much of the book.
I have just about managed to finish Hogg even though the friend who lent it to me couldn't bare to. I had to read it in small sessions, a few pages at a time because it's just so revolting. I wouldn't really recommend it to anyone unless they are curious about just how horrid it actually is which is the only reason I read it. I don't see any artistic merit here, just gratuitous gay pornography, paedophilia and filth.