||[May. 8th, 2005|07:26 pm]
Praise be to Lykins.
The FBI Says This Is Not Called "The Sociopath"|
...is up on LuluPress.com
I did this novel independently.
Frank and Charles are detectives who are hunting for Randall Lang Gant, the ruthless serial killer, as he roams through the asshole of the city. I know that is the start of a terrible pulp novel (“terrible pulp novel”…that is redundant, I know). You, the reader, just have to look through the book. You will find out that the story is impossible, nev…well…whatever, avant-garde, and just plain fucked up. Throw in a narrator and some chaos and I, the writer, might just be able to drive the reader crazy and make them the/a sociopath. It is all from insanity. It's not a pulp/detective type novel. It may not even really be a novel (it’s an anti-novel). It may seemingly be but it probably more closely resemble cryptic coded transmissions from distant alien intelligences out in the cosmos. This doesn’t actually sound like a summary of the book, but a way to be cool and different. It may be a gov’t project. Shhhhhhhhh…
Preview the first 25 pages HERE
It should be out on Amazon.com very soon.