Shane jesse christmass (9 Ergebnisse)

Paperback. Zustand: Good.

Paperback. Zustand: Fair. No Jacket. Readable copy. Pages may have considerable notes/highlighting. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less.

Zustand: As New. Unread book in perfect condition.

Zustand: As New. Unread book in perfect condition.

Paperback. Zustand: Brand New. 306 pages. 7.00x4.13x0.77 inches. In Stock.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - A young man on a radar screen. Sewerage from the storm drain. Makeshift refugee compounds. Dishwasher used as an ice box. The luncheon held on artificial grass. Television. Late 1980s. Evangelical Christianity. Herpes medication. Cocaine and ear canals. Game show contestants. A flavoured Buddhist with black patent shoes. Mass aneurysms. President Ricky reading statistical reports. Race conflicts and routine insults. Spider legs and an open mouth. Fresh towels on translucent skin. Ash-blonde curls in the restroom washbasin. War gases and fever organisms. Spiritual exercises on a warm night. President Ricky covered in a mild analgesic. Polaroids and secondhand watches. Silverware. Glassware. Fur stoles. Blood in the railyard. Pepsi-Cola manufactured by the War Department. Plus-sized cartoons and infographics. Sexual research and monthly repayments. Soiled stairwells in dissolving hotel rooms. Shapeless emotions in residential suburbs. Documents for interplanetary space civilization kept in a shoe box. Company constructs steel-like muscles. The athletic legs of office workers. Police paranoia concerning a hippie stronghold. An imminent car crash that involves President Ricky. Reflective eye sockets that contain retractable razor blades. Lice in long black hair. Warm vapors hanging from wide lips. Great fissures in the mountain ranges of North America. Shoe fetishism and flyscreen windows. The filthy hole of President Ricky.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - 'One of the most ecstatic, deranged, and propulsive books I've read, Meth-DTF careens wildly through the fucked dreamscape of Los Angeles. The love child of Gasper Noé and Édouard Levé, Shane Jesse Christmass is one of our great cult novelists.'- Kate Durbin (author, Hoarders)'METH-DTF is a hypnotic, lunatic thrill ride. With the antic, paranoiac stutter of William S. Burroughs's cut-ups and fold-ins and Rudolph Wurlitzer's altered apocalyptic '70s novels, Shane Jesse Christmass creates a hothouse mindspace meltdown where sex, booze, and drugs build and dismantle worlds. Our narrator guides us through a jangling, porous Los Angeles. Where we're going, we don't know, but it's all velocity and addled noticing. The details jump and rattle. We are absolutely flying, and it's gritty, funny, and scary.'- Nate Lippens (author, My Dead Book)'METH-DTF is a schizophrenic landfill of corpses, pill bottles, crop circles, Burger King, horny billionaires, flip flops, tobacco, aliens, orgasms, crying infants, designer aphrodisiacs - and it's all on fire. Shane Jesse Christmass writes with the discordant rhythm of an erratic heartbeat, rendering the reader restless. Enter at your own risk.' - Danielle Chelosky (author, Cheat & founder of The Waiting Room)'Entering Shane Jesse Christmass' world is always a thrill, and Meth-DTF confirms this but somehow this time it is with an even wilder abandon that feels new. VHS tracking blurs through our imagination as we try and keep up with the latest literary death-trip that SJXSJX has strapped us to. We're going through American suburbs and cities with a nihilistic pace, trying to get rest in damp and sweaty motels where nothing stands still and the paranoia practically drips from the paragraphs - the radio is constantly changing, so are the clothes, the era and faces of those around you. The narrator and his sidekick Samuel - who maybe died a little while back but who maybe didn't - not that it even matters because there's some new fresh hell coming already - try to offer some guidance along their hallucinatory mission as the pages continually cause my pulse to increase and my imagination to rattle.Christmass' has a knack of writing sentences that have a way of connecting with you in a real, physical way. You feel it in your chest. They raise your stomach acid to your throat. If you're holding this book and your hands aren't shaking, then you're doing it wrong.'- Thomas Moore (author, In Your Dreams, Alone)This is a story about an imaginary city. an imaginary city called Los Angeles.I am a science fiction novel with no science fiction references.…

Kartoniert / Broschiert. Zustand: New. KlappentextA young man on a radar screen. Sewerage from the storm drain. Makeshift refugee compounds. Dishwasher used as an ice box. The luncheon held on artificial grass. Television. Late 1980s. Evangelical Christianity. Herpes medicati.