A book of failure. A book of irritation. A book of frustration, rumination, celebration, fumigation. A book that dares expose the worst instincts of the barely domesticated American writer treading the scorched earth of contemporary publishing. An irascible book of irredemption; part confession, part poison pen letter. Nothing is sacred and no one is saved. A book that achieves nothing. This is a book no one wants.
My first book from absurdist collective Jabber Literary. Buy it from my website by filling out the form and I’ll email you with payment and delivery options and an opportunity for a random bonus gift. And check out Jabber’s Substack.