When Ron saw the headline from his daughter, “Last Great White Dies,” he almost picked up the phone. His daughter made a lot of noise for extinctions.
The opening of Salvatore Pane’s sophomore novel, The Theory of Almost Everything gives a sample of what you can expect from it — an off-the-wall adventure into the multiverse to try and prevent the death of our reality, shot through with self-aware and self-torturing thoughts.
There are no streets named after presidents in Port Storm. There are only seven streets anyway, and one of them is gravel.
She was always hungry, so when Adeline ate her beautiful baby boy, no one was surprised.
“Before he became a clown, he was a bit light-footed,” Mom said. “Your father could slip away in the middle of a funeral and nobody would notice.” These were stories I collected about Dad, who I barely remembered from childhood.
Marina had always known she would be a Mother. She had no discernible talent, wasn’t particularly pretty or intelligent. But she had a womb, and the moon needed those.
At its essence, James R. Gapinski’s Messiah Tortoise is a brief, yet intriguing collection of absurd narratives that take place in zoo settings populated with a diverse array of animals and zoo staff.
Shitstorm deals with the world of social media, opinion, and politics. And even if the final version of the book wasn’t evident to me for a while, as far back as 2013 I was already trying to get my head around our interactions in a world increasingly composed of digital agoras, where outrage is a currency, and where reaction many times replaces thinking.
I hold a peach in my hand. The whole thing.
Mister Howards is a man who wants to be another man, and his life is not better off for it.
My new novel, Hungry Ghost Theater, began when I was avoiding a novel I kept writing and rewriting. That other novel changed dramatically — a pair of sisters turned into friends and then lovers, Quakers morphed into drag performers, and drinking problems migrated from character to character — but it didn’t really seem to get much better, though my friends and early readers tried valiantly to encourage me.