David Fosberg plays guitar in Valhalla. But don’t worry: this is no jukebox hero saga of his rise to fame and fortune.
Valhalla’s a death metal band. From Florida.
And the rest of the guys just quit. There’s not a lot of money in metal hymns to the Elder Gods.
If David can record another album, Plutonic Records will send him on a two week tour to promote it.
Where people like metal.
Outside: something resembling Godzilla attacks the city. At the party, ‘Faith’ by George Michael is playing and someone is telling you to consider changing apartments.
Advance Praise for Mastodon Farm
“I’d rank this book up there with Fabulous Nobodies and I Pass Like Night, both books that I’ll never forget the experience of reading.”
-Ken Sparling, author of Dad Says He Saw You At The Mall
“It is like watching TV for 12 hours on a Saturday / a blur of desert-palm trees-James Franco-helicopter noise / the brain of the TV watcher encapsulated.”
-Noah Cicero, author of Best Behavior
“In his impressive debut novel, Mike Kleine fingers the asterisk of pop culture by turns absurd, matted, and outré-familiar. Mastodon Farm lays bare the smooth fiction of mediatized reality.”
-D. Harlan Wilson, author of Hitler: The Terminal Biography
“You feel delirious reading Mastodon Farm. You freak out a little. You change genders. You listen to Tangerine Dream. You drive a Ferrari. You have a good time. You read it again. You read it again.”
-Nick Antosca, author of Fires
“Mastodon Farm is about you. You are wealthy and only associate with famous people. Mike Kleine has written your life. His language is stripped down, but your story is dense… [Think] Samuel Beckett, Tao Lin, Bret Easton Ellis.”
-Bradley Sands, author of Rico Slade Will Fucking Kill You
Losing the Light by Brian Cartwright
Quique Martinez is a broken down photographer in search of the last great shoot. From the islands of Micronesia to the casbahs and desert of the Middle East, Quique will go anywhere to find it. What he doesn’t expect is the surreal adventure waiting to test him both mentally and physically. To him, the only possible outcomes are complete and total failure or the culmination of a life’s passion.
Cover photograph by Brian Cartwright
Cover design by Brandon Duncan
D. Harlan Wilson returns with another ferociously mindbending collection of short fiction. Masked in absurdity, these stories reveal the horrifying and hilarious faces of everyday life. Wilson tells of egg raids, hog rippers, monk spitters, fathers who take their children to pet stores to buy them whales, sociopaths who threaten to clothesline eternity, and the simple act of the story itself becoming a means of repetitive, endless torture. Put on your goat head, hop in your hovercraft, and take a ride with a juggernaut of modern imaginative fiction.
PRAISE FOR D. HARLAN WILSON
“Wilson has been duly anointed as speculative fiction’s most unpredictable stylist.” – Booklist
“D. Harlan Wilson doesn’t just gaze into the abyss. He dives headlong into it, pulling us with him and laughing maniacally all the way down.” –Tim Waggoner, author of Nekropolis
“Funny, experimental, troubling, this brilliant collection of short stories proves conclusively that D. Harlan Wilson is a maverick author of genius . . . For years I have grumbled that there is too little quality fiction of this type. Wilson has persuaded me to shut my goddamn mouth.” –Rhys Hughes, author The Smell of Telescopes and A New Universal History of Infamy
They Had Goat Heads by D. Harlan Wilson
Trade Paperback, 146 Pages