A fantastic, very creepy short horror story by George R. R. Martin.
It features one of Martin’s most creative and freakiest ideas for a story, and some of Martin’s finest actual writing, in terms of prose. Here, his penchant for excessive food descriptions is the entire point of the story, as it revolves around an obese man, his obsessions, and his unorthodox attempt to lose weight.
The story never lets up, always escalating, and always getting eerier. It’s a twisted, sickening story at times, but also quite funny at points. It really is a remarkably enjoyable read. I give it four slices of pizza, and a banana pudding.