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The supposed memoirs of Arnold Schnabel, a brakeman/poet recovering from a mental breakdown in the quaint seaside resort of Cape May, NJ, in 1963. . . .
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An experimental novel combining crass commercialism, reader response, and time-tested themes like love, fear, and desperation. . . .
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A sprawling fantastic tale of the ’60s, supposedly written by “legendary” B-movie director Larry Winchester. . . .
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The house was full of packing-cases. Even the pretty lawn at the side was to pack up, stiffly and slowly, through the bare echoing November. The very robin that her father had so often made, with his own hands, more gorgeous than ever; amber and golden; here, at this bed of thyme, began to speak of carrots. The grand inarticulate . . .
The credit crunch building slump has caused the number of London archaeological sites to dry up, leaving time on the Archaeologist’s hands to start to notice unsuspected things in the world around him. There are people, groups of people, beings of some sort, living among the general populace, but with something different about them: are they some sort of deity? . . .
Treasured Vulva tells the story of an unnamed man who lives with a woman. He keeps a secret online journal where he writes weekly about his life including his dreams, abuses, and habits. Dark and oddly offbeat, Treasured Vulva is teeming with themes and stirs questions about the nature of devotion, pain, love, and reality. . . .
Supposedly written by a famous director who needed money, "A Town Called Disdain" reminds me a little of Kurt Vonnegut’s work, a little of the Illuminatus Trilogy, and just a bit of a book called "Buddy Holly is Alive and Well on Ganymede."
It short, it’s a story in which the [more . . .]
The day is coming when genre categorizations will collapse around our ears. No one would shove a copy of The Master and Margarita into the fantasy section of a Barnes and Nobles, although it has many things in common with the glossy books that you would find there – talking cats, the devil, levitation. But Bulgakov’s masterpiece is given the [more . . .]