From the OWC Community
Perry fucking Patton: Sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll personified. He’s the ultimate unreliable narrator, at time reminiscent of Will Christopher Baer’s Phineas Poe, but a little bit more destructive. He belongs in the dark, damp streets of…
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Reader beware: This ain’t your daddy’s crime. Start with strippers, blackjacks, combat boots and blood. Lots and lots of blood. Add in some double-crossing, a jigger of comeuppance and three fingers of revenge. Shake a couple times and drink it…
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In the liner notes of How They Were Found, Michael Kimball says that Matt Bell ‘can do what so many fiction writers can’t: can make anything happen.’ Though I agree with that sentiment, I’ll take that to the…
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“Stolen said this was a city of storytellers. That The City itself was a collection of stories and tales told and retold and retold. That The City was built on these tales just as it was built on concrete and…
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The first page of Mark SaFranko’s Hating Olivia mentions the narrator’s possible suicidal tendencies, which immediately associates this novel with so much self-indulgent, faux gutter dreck that has come before. So, considering that Hating Olivia not only dodges those preconceptions,…
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