CCLaP: Elephant Vice, by Chris Meekings
“Elephant Vice” by Chris Meekings has the Hindu God Ganesha and Post-Impressionist firebrand Vincent van Gogh on the case. Continue reading CCLaP: Elephant Vice, by Chris Meekings
“Elephant Vice” by Chris Meekings has the Hindu God Ganesha and Post-Impressionist firebrand Vincent van Gogh on the case. Continue reading CCLaP: Elephant Vice, by Chris Meekings
It’s just a collection of outdated Dad Jokes. Don’t bother. Continue reading CCLaP Fridays: TRUMPED! Beyond Politically Correct, by Peter Davidson
This week I review “Kinda Sorta American Dream,” by Steve Karas, a short story collection poised between comedy and apocalypse. Continue reading CCLaP Fridays: Kinda Sorta American Dream, by Steve Karas
Originally published in 2005, Feral House has reissued “Sin-a-Rama: Sleaze Sex Paperbacks of the Sixties” in a new, expanded edition. Edited by Adam Parfrey and B. Astrid Daley, Sin-a-Rama delves into this lesser known literary genre. Continue reading More NSFW Files: Sin-a-Rama: Expanded Edition: Sleaze Sex Paperbacks of the Sixties, edited by Adam Parfey and B. Astrid Daley
“Houses” by Borislav Pekic offers a fascinating window into literature of the other Europe Continue reading Translation Tuesdays: Houses, by Borislav Pekic @NYJB
The worlds of anime, Reddit, and kitchenware collide in this new work by Michael Sean LeSueur Continue reading CCLaP Fridays: Pixiegate Madoka, by Michael Sean LeSueur
Like SpongeBob SquarePants? Like Phineas and Ferb? Then you’ll love “Underworld: From Hoboken to Hollywood,” by Kaz. Continue reading Underworld: From Hoboken to Hollywood, by Kaz @ NYJB
What happens when a Fabio-esque model finds his glorious abs have escaped him? He hires a bounty hunter with robot hands. Then the events of “Sick Pack,” by MP Johnson, get weird. Continue reading CCLaP Fridays: Sick Pack, by MP Johnson
Via Dear Drunk-Ass Neighbor, Sorry we had to have the cops wake you up this morning, bro. You must be real tired from having drunkenly slammed so hard into my girlfriend’s car this morning that the taillight shattered and the gas tank lid completely popped off. How did we know it was you? Well, aside from the cop mentioning to us that you smelled like a Vodka Red Bull sprinkled with date rape and failure but lit on fire (my metaphor) when you answered the door in your underwear looking like Nicolas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas right before he … Continue reading Guest Blogging: LETTER TO OUR DRUNK-ASS NEIGHBOR, by Brian Alan Ellis
This week I continue my American Odd essay series with a look at Conspiranoia!: the Mother of All Conspiracy Theories, by Devon Jackson. It’s the essay the UFO nazi Bilderbergers don’t want you to read … or do they? Continue reading American Odd: Conspiranoia!: the Mother of All Conspiracy Theories, by Devon Jackson