middle age (mid′l-āj) n. 1. Spending one year’s disposable income on vinyl figures, only to realize a complete He-Man collection isn’t going to make your current life any better. Beast Man and Cyclops don’t give a fuck about you or your failing marriage. 2. Resolving to die empty and alone. 3. Death showing up at your office door in need of a vacation. 4. Designing goods for Death that inspire consumer-driven fatalities—faulty steering mechanisms, toxic dishwasher detergent inserts that look like jumbo fruit snacks—anything that will help tip people over the edge before Death has to pursue them. 5. Waking to find your house chock-full of the merchandise you created, merchandise designed to kill. Now everything from pouring your cereal to activating your car’s cigarette lighter has become a death trap. Yet as your world falls apart, no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to fucking die.
This book is about Upstate New York and marriage.
Death Metal Epic (Book Two: Goat Song Sacrifce)
Black metal juggernaut Desekration stand poised to record their forthcoming masterwork … once David and Svart get a few more dudes to join the band.
Book Two of The Death Metal Epic finds David Fosberg living his rock and roll fantasy. Which means drinking every day and sleeping on Svart’s couch.
His mom’s couch. Svart lives at home.
David has left Miami behind. Left the Bard behind. And joined forces with Svart, a brutish nekrowarrior who only listens to, like, Celtic Frost, Destruction, and Bathory. The early stuff.
As Desekration start to record Infernö, David’s bandmates rail on about the mystic power of something they call “The Goat Song.” And what they’ll sacrifice to play it.
We open Google Maps. We search for life on other planets. We search for Arafat Mountain. Then we search for palm trees and things like that.
Advance Praise for Arafat Mountain
“These pages are a delicatessen, a thousand lives distilled into something quaint and beautiful. There’s cosmic magic at play on every page, speedboats and celestial catastrophe all surround the monolith of Arafat Mountain. Every subtlety is sumptuous, every page a journey. These pages are full of death and I wonder—has death ever been so delightful?”
—Frank Hinton, author of Action, Figure
“In his brilliantly imaginative and allegorical collection of linked pieces, Mike Kleine explores that which remains standing in the face of human mortality. From Google maps to the pink sky, the hospital waiting room to the moon and tides, Kleine conveys the eternity of nature within a web of impermanence.”
—Melissa Broder, author of Scarecrone
“Arafat Mountain is a sad eternity of pointless deaths and consumerism. A celebration of late capitalism in decline—dressed in animal skins and death. You will gnash your teeth and tear at your eyes and fill your mouth with charcoal and paper clips.”
—Ofelia Hunt, author of Today & Tomorrow
“Inject Kanye West with cosmological prowess and the desire to kill, and he just might write Arafat Mountain. This is one weird guide to the inner fashions of the violent rich.”
—Ken Baumann, author of Solip
“Come to no decisions. Expect nothing in particular. Expect anything. Expect everything. This is not an object you are holding. Arafat Mountain is a hole—like being in a light-speed car, where everything is super bright, a beautiful blur, but then the car stops for a brief moment and suddenly, you can see everything, before shooting away again at the speed of light. The parallel universes in this book exist, not so that Mike, or the reader, can explore the idea of parallel universes, but rather, to make it clear that with this book, it is permissible to inhabit a parallel universe. You, the reader, can create your own parallel universe, your own sense of fashion, your own gods. This book—for me—was a lesson in meaninglessness. Any attempt to settle upon a final approach was meaningless. And what makes this book so powerful is the fact that you actually can feel here, in what you read, what you aren’t reading. This book will startle you. It will startle you every time you pick it up.”
—Ken Sparling, author of Intention Implication Wind
Drinking Until Morning
9.95 USD (paper) and 2.99 (digital)
This beer soaked, degenerate coming of age story follows the day-to-day trials in the darkly hysterical world of Grimboli, a chronically unemployed nobody who moves listlessly among a group of young adults from the wrong side of the tracks to an endless litany of pathetic and crazed women, bums, drunks, sordid rooms, dreary embraces, and drunken brawls. Littered with psychic debris, self-loathing, and everything else Grimboli can find to take his mind off his completely unfulfilling life. Newly revised edition with introduction by Gabino Iglesias.
Atlatl Press authors D. Harlan Wilson, C.V. Hunt, and Andersen Prunty will be at the Yellow Springs Book Fair on August 16. Copies of Atlatl Press titles will be on hand. If you’re in the area or if you’re not and enjoy traveling great distances, stop by the table to buy a book, pick up a sticker, or just say hi.
These guidelines, rules, and regulations should be deemed useless unless the context clearly states otherwise. The following list is a compilation of suggested actions you can execute to ruin your life. This is not a guarantee for complete destruction of your current social status, family affairs, and or friendships. Reader discretion is advised.
1. Live your life exactly how you want.
2. Disregard any advice or concern from family or friends.
3. Move far away from everyone you know.
4. Meet a mysterious stranger and let them into your home.
5. Chase after the stranger and enter a microcosm of your own making.
6. Revisit all the people you have wronged.
And remember: This book is not about you.
Seven-year-old David Glum watches as his grandfather is abducted by a legendary herd of elephants. Twenty years later, after failing to sell his novel to a New York publisher, David returns to his parents’ home to focus on growing a beard, a goal he feels sure he can accomplish. Once the beard reaches a respectable girth, uncontrollable things begin happening around him. His mother dies… maybe. His father might really be a man named Gary Wrench. David is sure of only one thing: his family is cursed. It could have something to do with an eternal flame his grandfather stole from a possibly imaginary group of people called the Nefarions. David and Wrench begin a surreal cross-country journey that might have something to do with saving the world. Along the way they pass through a number of absurd towns, meet some disagreeable people, and discover an America that is radically different from the one they thought they knew, a place where nothing can be accepted for what it seems to be. And all the while, the beard grows, gaining strength, leading them toward a distant island that most people think doesn’t exist…
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