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. . . .
Two secret agents. One fedora-wearing sidekick. A spectre. A fat but wise and creepily all-knowing chipmunk. Candy Land. These are just a few of the unpleasant delights awaiting you . . . . Elevenses is an adventure, a quest, a comedy, and a parodic stew. It is a collaboration between two writers whose identities must remain anonymous, for security reasons. Here you will . . .
A sprawling fantastic tale of the ’60s, supposedly written by “legendary” B-movie director Larry Winchester. . . .
“Elevenses” is a fluffy, silly romp about the adventures of two spies named Agents 1111 (double eleven) and 711 (seven eleven). They’re just “sitting on the dock of the bay, wasting time” when they spot a suspicious-looking boat, and a suspicious-looking crop-duster which is flying towards them. They quickly dive into the water to escape being dusted and swim for [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 . . .]