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Jeremy Robert Johnson

Literary tweaker lit where gritty urban subculture meets bizarre apocalyptic scenarios.

“A dazzling writer…” – Chuck Palahniuk, author of Fight Club

“I don’t know if Mr. Johnson sold his soul to the devil to give him this gift for nightmare imagery, but by god, this guy can write…” – Cemetery Dance

“Johnson weaves vivid and fascinatingly grotesque tales regarding such things as a group of extreme body modification addicts (one of whom is pretty much made out of vegetables) to a cockroach suit that helps its maker survive WWIII.” – Bookgasm

Jeremy Robert Johnson


JEREMY ROBERT JOHNSON is a novelist of freakish (and often experimental) cross-genre fiction and the author of a multitude of acclaimed short stories. These are stories with teeth and tentacles and purple fingernails with glitter on them. And inevitably, despite JRJ’s protestations, someone in these stories is always ingesting a shit-ton of drugs and “wyling out.” His writing has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize (three times- 2000, 02’ & ’06), the Needle Award, and the Bram Stoker Award.

Jeremy’s fiction covers a broad spectrum of literary and genre material, and at times pushes the outer boundaries of both style and content, while never forgetting the heart of the story. Characters you can care about. Ideas that astound. Images that become indelible.

You could call his work Bizarro. You would not be wrong.

He is currently at work on two novels, “Tuning Fork” and “Skullcrack City,” and is also busy promoting the Stoker Nominated novel “Siren Promised” and the apocalyptic road trip novella “Extinction Journals.” He is also the author of the 2004 Eraserhead Press Book Contest-winning “Angel Dust Apocalypse,” a Bizarro cult hit which has garnered excellent critical reviews.

Jeremy lives in Portland, Oregon. He was born on September 21, 1977, exactly thirty years after Stephen King, and according to the delivering doctor he was an ugly baby with an elongated cone-skull that would’ve been great for holding a top hat in place during high winds. He smells fantastic (you’ll have to take our word on this), and tends to wear clothes.