“Purple Rain meets Castlevania. That’s the gothic-wrought-iron-elevator-to-the-next-level-of-the-haunted-castle pitch for Polymer, and while it’s dead-on it still only scratches the blood-patinaed surface of Caleb Wilson’s dazzling debut. It’s a postmodern examination of the turbulent confluence of celebrity and spectatorship and fandom. It’s a carnivalesque romp, teeming with bizarre monsters, stranger heroes, otherwordly action, and mutagenic music. It’s lovely, funny, and as unique as a rock opera collaboration between Calvino and the Purple One. This is what it sounds like when bats cry.” — Jesse Bullington, author of The Sad Tale of the Brothers Grossbart
You’ve seen monster hunts before. You’ve watched as a guy with throwing axes and ninja stars ascends stairs to fight a big furry werewolf with tentacles or a floating head of indeterminate origin. You’ve seen hunters. But you’ve never seen Polymer. Polymer’s got style, Polymer’s got sex appeal, Polymer’s got panache. And you, lucky reader, get to join us right behind the glass in Sickleburg Castle where the battle of the century is about to commence. Who is the man behind the music, the monsters, the guts, the gore and the glory? Get ready for an event like no other.
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