“The past. That’s all it is. A dead currency. She runs ringers over the stubble of the buzz cut on her scalp, feeling the occasional scar, counts five different ones, each with their own story.” If you enjoy your sleep, do not pick this book up. If there is one thing Bergen does right (and…
Well, it’s been exactly one month since my blog’s first birthday, so I thought I would celebrate by commemorating the day as the placeholder for the Acerbic Awards. You may be wondering what they are. I’m going to get to that. First, thank you all for such a great year, both readers and writers. I…
Well, y’know, it’s near the holidays. And for all you 70 some odd followers of this blog, I know the perfect gift. It’s a book, of course. I don’t do fancy electronic promotions. No, I promote books. All of you know one of my favorite authors is Andrez Bergen. Sometimes I think people see me…
So, I’ve got exciting news. First cover reveal. And I’m chuffed to say it’s for an awesome friend of mine, Andrez Bergen. You all know how much I rave about his work, so I thought it was time to help his (and the artist’s) career out a little more. Hype is never a bad thing,…
“The death of a broken-down old man is, unquestionably, the least poetical topic in the world.” First up, a disclaimer. I suspect this is the strangest book I have ever read. I have no morsel of proof, nothing to waive around in a court for all to gawk at. All I remember is the words…
“Every goddamned thing about this Test grated. And let’s be honest here: ‘grated’ is just the wrong word to use. Maybe ‘vexed’ is better? I always liked the sound of ‘vexed.’ It was comfortingly old-school, like something that someone in a Jane Austen adaptation would utter, in a steely British accent, after he mopped his…
“…flick through pages defining an alien realm in which justice was king and superheroes fought the good fight to uphold dignity and equality. There was laidback humour in them, too, a sunny-side-up sense of cheeky bravado – since the world wasn’t the dystopia that existed just outside the door to his box.” I woke up…
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