The Lonesome Bodybuilder is a walk through the underworld of the strange. Buckle up!
Michael Wilson’s peerless salute to those who made it (and those who didn’t) deserves to be consumed in one sitting, and plays best with wine and tissues handy.
James Reich’s trip through the underworld of our psyche is painted with ornate tableau, a gallery that that allows the reader to fill in the blanks. Read it.
Brian Alan Ellis’ book is a retelling of a comedy career formed on Twitter, stapled into a manuscript. His cynical tone allows you to make up your own mind, primarily on who is the real punchline.
Two lost brothers are reunited by desperation and a new life of crime in Kelby Losack’s towering book. More than anything, it is that empathy that grabs you.
Destroy All Monsters is an island powered by its own high-concept vibrancy. Jeff Jackson should be saluted and castigated in even measure.
Jonathan Ames’ book moves at a quicksilver pace, a homage to actioners that is deep enough to not be shallow. Consider it a casual punch to the face.
Michael J Seidlinger’s Standard Loneliness Package is a compound of beautifully broken, wasted relationships. Bitterly, it forces you to examine your own failures.
Back before it became the norm, Columbine was the act that shocked a nation. Now, the mother of one of the shooters as attempted to chart that national horror.
Samantha Irby’s book scythes into the bone of the modern experience. Blows of emotion batter the reader long after the final page.
America is a country fast reaching divisive apathy, however, Hanif Abdurraqib points to another way to heal, as they have before, through the power of music.
Might seem an obvious point to make, but I believe Disney taking over the Star Wars universe has doomed it.