Thirty, jobless, and going prematurely bald, amateur director Simon has dumped every last dime into his pet project: a musical adaptation of the cult film LEPRECHAUN IN THE HOOD. With a week til curtains up, the production is a disaster. His actors can’t act, his crew hates his guts, and his set has a tendency to go up in flames. And all that is before the actual leprechaun, a mythological beast with a penchant for limericks and grisly murder, catches wind of the whole operation. Gathering as many four-leaf-clovers and wrought-iron spears as they can, the surviving cast and crew must band together to kill the creature and ensure that the musical goes ahead as planned. But with an army of undead strippers at his side, the leprechaun is determined to disembowel, behead, and battle rap his way toward reclaiming his gold…and his intellectual property.
We asked more than a dozen authors of bizarro fiction to name the book they’re most excited to read this summer. The resulting list is a mix of new releases, classics, and a few that may surprise you. If you’re looking for a great summer read, here’s what sixteen bizarro fiction stars will be reading on the beach this summer.
Crossed – Jeff Burk
The Collected Stories of Amy Hempel by Amy Hempel – Constance Ann Fitzgerald
N0S4AS by Joe Hill – Shane McKenzie
Voting for the Wonderland Book Award preliminary ballot begins now for the Best Bizarro Novel and Best Bizarro Collection of 2013. Please send your 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place votes in the Novel and Collection categories to firstname.lastname@example.org with the subject line “Wonderland Book Award Preliminary Ballot.” Preliminary voting ends July 31st.
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Japan Conquers the Galaxy by Kirsten Alene
Thunderpussy by David W. Barbee
8-Bit Apocalypse by Amanda Billings
Shatnerquest by Jeff Burk
Motherfucking Sharks by Brian Allen Carr
The Cheat Code for God Mode by Andy De Fonseca
Santa Claus Saves the World by Robert Devereaux
Cucumber Punk by P.A. Douglas
Killer Koalas from Another Dimension by P.A. Douglas
Son of a Bitch by Andre Duza and Wrath James White
The Mondo Vixen Massacre by Jamie Grefe
The Party Lords by Justin Grimbol
All Art is Junk by R.A. Harris
Alien Smut Peddlers from the Future by Kent Hill
The After-Life Story of Pork Knuckles Malone by MP Johnson
Moosejaw Frontier by Chris Kelso
Death Machines of Death by Vince Kramer
You Are Sloth! by Steve Lowe
Fat Off Sex and Violence by Shane McKenzie
Clusterfuck by Carlton Mellick III
Cuddly Holocaust by Carlton Mellick III
Quicksand House by Carlton Mellick III
Village of the Mermaids by Carlton Mellick III
Fantastic Earth Destroyer Ultra Plus by Cameron Pierce and Jim Agpalza
Grambo by Dustin Reade
Basal Ganglia by Matthew Revert
There’s No Happy Ending by Tiffany Scandal
Dreams of Amputation by Gary J. Shipley
Babes in Gangland by Bix Skahill
Damnation 101 by Kevin Sweeney
Vampire Guts in Nuke Town by Kevin Strange
The Church of TV as God by Daniel Vlasaty
Notes from the Guts of a Hippo by Grant Wamack
Dinner at the Vomitroplis by Jesse Wheeler
Bigfoot Crank Stomp by Erik Williams
Tales of Questionable Taste by John Bruni
Time Pimp by Garrett Cook
Paper Mache Jesus by Kevin L. Donihe
Clown Tear Junkies by Douglas Hackle
Zombie Sharks with Metal Teeth by Stephen Graham Jones
Hammer Wives by Carlton Mellick III
The Last Gig on Planet Earth and Other Strange Stories by Kevin Strange
DangerRAMA by Danger Slater
Lazy Fascist, the mustachioed imprint of Eraserhead Press, has just dropped four new books, including the bizarro fables The Fun We’ve Had by Michael J Seidlinger and The Last Horror Novel in the History of the World by Brian Allen Carr. Also out is the first issue of their new print journal, Lazy Fascist Review, featuring fiction and interviews with some of today’s top writers. Also out now is The Collected Works of Noah Cicero Vol. 2, which contains more of Noah Cicero’s classic white trash minimalism.
The black magic of bad living only looks hideous to honest eyes.
Welcome to Scrape, Texas, a nowhere town near the Mexican border. Few people ever visit Scrape, and the unlucky ones who live there never seem to escape. They fill their days with fish fries, cheap beer, tobacco, firearms, and sex. But Scrape is about to be invaded by a plague of monsters unlike anything ever seen in the history of the world. First there’s La Llorona — the screaming woman in white — and her horde of ghost children. Then come the black, hairy hands. Thousands, millions, scurrying on fingers like spiders or crabs. But the hands are nothing to El Abuelo, a wicked creature with a magical bullwhip, and even El Abuelo don’t mean shit when the devil comes to town.
“Michael Seidlinger is a homegrown Calvino, a humanist, and wise and darkly whimsical. His invisible cities are the spires of the sea where we all sail our coffins in search of our stories.”-Steve Erickson, author of Zeroville
Two lovers are adrift in a coffin on an endless sea. Who are they? They are him and her. They are you and me. They are rowing to salvage what remains of themselves. They are rowing to remember the fun we’ve had.
The debut issue of the literary journal from premiere independent publisher, Lazy Fascist Press. Featuring interviews with Dennis Cooper and Tom Piccirilli, fiction and poetry by Elizabeth Ellen, William Boyle, Juliet Escoria, Mike Meginnis, Sean Kilpatrick, Ben Spivey, Monica Storss, and Hernan Ortiz. Also featuring recommended beer pairings and beer reviews by Ross E. Lockhart.
Lazy Fascist Press has just released three weird, delightful, and challenging books to brighten your November. There’s a postmodern western about a town being ravaged by flying sharks, a love story set in a pillow fort modeled after the human brain, and a boxing novel destined for cult classic status.
“Motherfucking Sharks reads like it was carved into the floor of a sun-baked desert by an old testament prophet with a thirsty knife.” – BEN LOORY, author of Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day
Where I come from, the children sing a song:
Oh the motherfucking sharks
Oh they’re gonna come to town
Oh they’re gonna kill the babies
Oh they’re gonna make you drowned in your blood
Oh the motherfucking sharks
Oh they’re gonna mince the flesh
They’re gonna swim up and surround you
Don’t you know you’ll never pass the test it’s over
Oh the motherfucking sharks
Oh they don’t care about the gods
And they don’t care about the families
And they don’t care about the cries or tears they’re killers.
“Basal Ganglia casts an unsettling spell, but one that in its aphoristic intensity and lightning-flash insights into human loneliness and connection, achieves a genuine empathic wisdom.” – SERGIO DE LA PAVA, author of A Naked Singularity
“Matthew Revert is one of the visionaries. What else can you say?” – SCOTT MCCLANAHAN, author ofHill William and Crapalachia
As teenagers, two lovers, Rollo and Ingrid, escape the world as it is known to live underground in a sprawling pillow fort that mirrors the structure of the human brain. Construction of the fort takes 25 years and once complete, their life exists to honor the fort in all it requires. Basal Ganglia begins countless years after they have become enslaved to the fort process. Rollo and Ingrid have lost any connection to their pasts and each other. Nothing exists beyond the patterns required by the fort. In an effort to become more than stasis, Ingrid expresses her desire to have a baby. Not wanting to subject another human to their strange world, she decides she will knit the baby using materials Rollo gathers from the fort. The emergence of this baby leads to paranoia between Rollo and Ingrid with both believing the other means the child harm. Within the confines of their cloistered world, the two engage in psychological warfare, desperately searching for a conclusion they don’t understand. As a result, they will find connection with their past, each other and the true nature of their identities.
“Like a ghost fretting over its lost body (or is it bodies? – in this book whatever you think of as ‘you’ might simply float like a butterfly right into someone else’s body) a boxer attests to his presence, damaged and shimmery though it may be. That this fractured first person narrator feels the need to put the word ‘me’ in quotes speaks volumes. Terrifying volumes. This elastic, hurtling narrative pivots (and pivots again) on a recurring image of almost unimaginable dread – that of being laughed at in your hour of need by an audience of strangers.”
-Grace Krilanovich, author of The Orange Eats Creeps
“Michael J. Seidlinger’s The Laughter of Strangers is vicious and unforgettable. Willem Floures’ search for meaning in a world that keeps knocking him off his feet is as gritty and enthralling as a fight. The Laughter of Strangers destroyed my expectations of what a boxing novel can be. Seidlinger is charting new narrative territory, and we should follow him wherever he goes.”
“The last time I got punched in the face (by someone I wasn’t married to or dating) I was 16 years old. What began as an exchange of witty banter, turned into a pummeling. Never make jokes about a man’s mother enjoying the erotic companionship of goats, or you’ll find out about this world. The Laughter of Strangers is like that beating. I never trust people who use a middle initial, but Michael J Seidlinger is different. If the Laughter of Strangershad a middle initial it would be an F. And that F would stand for ‘Fuck yes.’ I’m on my back. I’m having my behavior corrected. It’s teaching me a lesson. And I can see stars.”
-Jeff Jackson, author of Mira Corpora
‘SUGAR’ WILLEM FLOURES
That’s a name I built from the ground up. I wasn’t the first to systematically climb the ranks, beating the sugar out of everyone I had known to be inferior, leaving only the sour taste of defeat, my claim forever being:
“I am the greatest!”
I can still hear it now. In the silence of this locker room, blood drying on my face, I can still hear those words.
And I was. I was the greatest.
TO THE BODY:
POWER SHOT STRAIGHT
POWER SHOT STRAIGHT
And then a voice says, “‘Sugar’… you are no longer sweet with the science.”