Espresso Shots: Desert Tiles by Mike Corrao


Small-sized reviews, raves, and recommendations.

Set in a desert created by a ‘borgesian deity,’ a wandering ‘wastrel-form’ encounters a Necromancer. This isn’t the Desert of the Real, but a literary simulacrum where wanderer and Mancer engage in a dance of death (or birth)? Corrao reveals a book giving birth to itself, not as a postmodernist contrivance, but as a slow-paced prose poem. Body horror collides with a kind of digital mysticism. With both words and images, we witness a sky the color of TV tuned to a dead channel and the birth of the new flesh.


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