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    A man gradually loses his ability to control his own speech. McSweeney's is a literary journal based in San Francisco.
    ©2005 Brian Evenson (P)2016 Audible, Inc.

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    • 09/05/2021

    Really good prose, but flawed story.

    The writing was deft and interesting but the story required every single character to be unbelievably oblivious. The premise was so dependent on every character not noticing obvious things that it was hard to suspend disbelief. Still, I would try other works by this author just on the strength of the prose.

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    • oftenevil
    • 06/03/2021

    Or of the funnier Brian Evenson stories

    Brian Evenson, is, without a shadow of a doubt, the most effective literary Horror author on the planet — which is even more impressive of a statement when you read everything he’s ever written and realize that he never resorts to the genre trappings, the cliches & tropes, or anything within a country mile of the rote narrative frameworks we, (as in we the horror fans), have become so pathetically willing to slop up, (as if maybe *the next* book by Stephen King or [insert Best-Selling author’s name here despite neither them nor King deserving any credit as good Horror authors]).

    Brian Evenson is basically the literary David Lynch, but like, with a brutal & relentless obsession with ontological. Not quite Ligotti, and FAR from Lovecraftian (which is nice for a change in the world of horror fiction published in the last 60 years or so); Evenson weapons our relationship with the most banal, routine, (and often subconscious), moments of our lives, then proceeds to his existential crisis canon straight into your mind...until you’re left sitting alone for several hours, asking yourself how you’d never read his work until now?

    More than that, you’ll be left helplessly thinking, “How do I begin to describe everything Evenson’s stories made me feel without sounding like I’ve gone completely mad?” (Fun fact: this story is basically a meta-textual story that explores this inability to communicate with, well, ANYONE, when the issues plaguing your mind only feel crystallized, but in reality are slipping through your grip every time you attempt to convey those thoughts to anyone else...but I’m sure you picked up on that by now).