Editorial PDF Þ Paperback

Editorial PDF Þ Paperback

Editorial ❰Reading❯ ➾ Editorial Author Arthur Graham – Capitalsoftworks.co.uk Follow the editor and his client into the infinite ring of Ouroboros, the self devouring, in this episodic novella by Arthur Graham A story told through concentric circles of narrative, each one addin Follow the editor and his client into the infinite ring of Ouroboros, the self devouring, in this episodic novella by Arthur Graham A story told through concentric circles of narrative, each one adding a layer of truth while further smothering all notions of certainty, Editorial will leave readers wondering just how many times the same tale can be swallowed.


10 thoughts on “Editorial

  1. Arthur Graham Arthur Graham says:

    Arthur Graham is a panty sniffing, booze hounding, tax dodging rapscallion, and he has been known to trick people of indeterminate age into viewing nude photos of himself online He once killed a drifter in order to obtain an erection, and when that failed to work a second time, he started strangling kittens instead.He doesn t love his mother, and he only cleans his toilet once every several months.Arthur Graham is actually a double agent working for STGRB, and he is only posting items in protes Arthur Graham is a panty sniffing, booze hounding, tax dodging rapscallion, and he has been known to trick people of indeterminate age into viewing nude photos of himself online He once killed a drifter in order to obtain an erection, and when that failed to work a second time, he started strangling kittens instead.He doesn t love his mother, and he only cleans his toilet once every several months.Arthur Graham is actually a double agent working for STGRB, and he is only posting items in protest of GR censorship policies in order to collect likes from persons of interest to Michelle Obama and the NSA


  2. Jason Koivu Jason Koivu says:

    There s so much to hate Some readers are going to toss this book across the room to get it as far from them as possible There s so much to love And I mean luuuuuvvv, baby Some readers are going to toss one off to this If they have a willing partner, they might even toss their salad That dichotomy makes for an interesting book The chapters in Arthur Graham s Editorial are short and sweet sick, reading like vignettes for the scatterbrained as they flitter from one to another storyline lik There s so much to hate Some readers are going to toss this book across the room to get it as far from them as possible There s so much to love And I mean luuuuuvvv, baby Some readers are going to toss one off to this If they have a willing partner, they might even toss their salad That dichotomy makes for an interesting book The chapters in Arthur Graham s Editorial are short and sweet sick, reading like vignettes for the scatterbrained as they flitter from one to another storyline like a diseased butterfly on decaying flowers.Graham echoes Kafka For no logical reason, characters are thrust forward into the unknown and the reader is left just as in the dark as to why as are Graham s hapless anti heroes And he echoes Bukowski Besides the fuck it all attitude, one of the characters is literally a booze soaked writer The overall story intentionally circles back upon itself as I knew it would, but in a way I found unexpectedly satisfying I loved the apocalyptic commentary on the human race Some readers will be tantalized traumatized by the frequent mention of vages and pee pees, because reading Editorial is like receiving a forceful enema from your mouth to your ass, leaving you feeling much dirtier by the end, and you ll fucking love it, you filthy sod


  3. Richard Derus Richard Derus says:

    Rating 4.25 of fiveThe Book Report Did you ever wonder, standing there in front of your bookshelves, Self, you have to call yourself Self to make this work, Self, what would happen if Virginia Woolf in full Orlando mode sat at a table with a bottle of Boodles and collaborated with Samuel Beckett and Bret Easton Ellis to rewrite Naked Lunch You don t need to, actually, Arthur Graham did He called the resultingwritings Editorial The Bizarro Press Edition.My Review I thought bizarr Rating 4.25 of fiveThe Book Report Did you ever wonder, standing there in front of your bookshelves, Self, you have to call yourself Self to make this work, Self, what would happen if Virginia Woolf in full Orlando mode sat at a table with a bottle of Boodles and collaborated with Samuel Beckett and Bret Easton Ellis to rewrite Naked Lunch You don t need to, actually, Arthur Graham did He called the resultingwritings Editorial The Bizarro Press Edition.My Review I thought bizarro, the literary genre to which this novel belongs, was juvenile, kinda like the showoffy po mo nonsense that poseurs like Rick Moody and his unbearable Purple America or David Foster Wallace and his aptly titled but clearly misinterpreted Infinite Jest goof on pretentious literary snobbery, only not afraid to say Dirty Words or discuss Naughty Things.And the years flow past, each of them as unremarkable as the next, as unnoticed as nanoseconds, in fact, not even long enough to contain anything noticeable centuries just barely registered as moments in space time Soon the millennia are passing by at a modest rate of 47 per minute, and of course all manner of things noticeable and not so noticeable occur along the way though most falling into the latter category Naturally there come periods where lying is greatly rewarded, followed by periods where lying is greatly punished our poor unlucky editor , along with every other conceivable and inconceivable reversal and re reversal of standards, and Wait, did anyone else just hear God yawn So I started reading this book, provided to me by its author in the Satanically twitchy, horribly inconvenient PDF format, without a lot of expectations Short hits of bizarro, like poppers, can enhance the momentary pleasures of reading More often than not, I m fine with the literary equivalent of fast food sex, the warm glow passes soon enough, but hey don t cry because it s over snigger because it happened, and this afternoon I was in a fast foody sorta mood.And slowly it dawned on me This guy isn t pointlessly showoffily using the fashionable conventions to obscure what is otherwise a fairly average and not so terribly interesting tale see the two titles I ve chosen for whipping above This guy is, in his vulgar, potty mouthed way, making a point that might actually be worth thinking about, like about perspective and perception Florida was like a pathetic, flaccid cock unable to work it up Meanwhile, Cuba sat waiting like a big, wet pussy, not even a hundred miles out.Not an original thought, necessarily, but a thought presented in a way that cuts through the fog of ideology and politicking and associated foofaraw to present a multi layered image that both defines and illuminates a geopolitical reality, while revolting the delicate and amusing the coarse Well played, Mr Graham At the end of the story comes the philosophical payload that you just knew, from word one, hadda be coming The surprise to me was how succinct and unwrapped the payload was, a bareback mindfuck Then it hit him On a long enough timeline, not only did all things become possible, they eventually became inevitable So, given that so much is happening every moment,and given that the interpretations of each moment are as numerous and varied as the uncountable beings sentient and nonsentient experiencing them, and given that history repeats itself over and over again in seemingly infinite circular variations while at the same spontaneously generating and shifting from one species, paradigm, and reality to the next, and given that on a long enough timeline not only did all things become possible, but in fact became inevitable, then why couldn t his clienthave been everything AND everywhere all at ONCE At the quantum level, ladies and gentlemen, all times are now and all places are here The same strings that vibrate to create rocks, vibrate to create thee and me And this, I think since I didn t ask him, is what Graham s nonsensical tale of the weresnake destiny of humanity isor less about.Or not Who cares If you don t like the quotes, you ll hate the book, and won t buy it I think you should anyway Read it to keep your reading bowels from getting blocked This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution NonCommercial ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License


  4. Melki Melki says:

    This novella concerns the trials and tribulations of a young man forced from his aunt and uncle s home with naught but his wits and a suitcase full o porn Out in the big, bad, bizarro world he learns why we should envy prostitutes and that it pays to be flexible He also deals with this depressing scenario No one reads books in this distant future, because a strange virus destroyed all written material long ago It might beaccurate to say that the books were destroyed by fire, after t This novella concerns the trials and tribulations of a young man forced from his aunt and uncle s home with naught but his wits and a suitcase full o porn Out in the big, bad, bizarro world he learns why we should envy prostitutes and that it pays to be flexible He also deals with this depressing scenario No one reads books in this distant future, because a strange virus destroyed all written material long ago It might beaccurate to say that the books were destroyed by fire, after this was identified as the only reliable means of killing them, but we never would ve had to burn them all in the first place had it not been for the virus One day without warning, every piece of paper between two covers seemed to develop a taste for our blood Pamphlets and paperbacks would whisk along the streets, picking away at toes and tendons before descending upon their fallen prey Encyclopedias, while relatively immobile by comparison, proved to be especially voracious volumes Most hardcover titles were strong and fast enough to make the top of the food chain as airborne snapping deathtraps. The writing pulsates with a semi surrealistic vibe No, I have no idea what that means, but doesn t it sound impressive Though none of the characters had enormous thumbs, I was reminded of early Tom Robbins And, though there were plenty of salacious drawings, none of them were of an asshole, yet I was still reminded of Kurt Vonnegut It would probably remind me of Charles Bukowski, as well, but I haven t read anything by him yet


  5. Paul Bryant Paul Bryant says:

    Only seven days, one week ago it was when skanking home alone in the bitterest of March winds I thought I caught a glimpse of the notorious Arthur Graham as I passed the reeking alley which leads to the King Billy public house, where no one goes except they who have to He was hunched up against the wall lighting one cigarette off the end of its predecessor I turned back in time to see him slither into the King Billy itself Not being in possession of a loaded pistol or two fists of iron, it wa Only seven days, one week ago it was when skanking home alone in the bitterest of March winds I thought I caught a glimpse of the notorious Arthur Graham as I passed the reeking alley which leads to the King Billy public house, where no one goes except they who have to He was hunched up against the wall lighting one cigarette off the end of its predecessor I turned back in time to see him slither into the King Billy itself Not being in possession of a loaded pistol or two fists of iron, it was folly therefore to pursue the scumbag into the bowels of the worst pub in Sneinton the second worst area in Nottingham but I felt I could not refrain The sighs of uncounted readers were hissing me onward Don t let the bastard escape, they cooed So close now, so close, they mewed I shoved the peeling door open and was almost felled by the rank stench of Billydom, the collective murk of the generations of pimps, child molesters, smackheads, crackheads, whackheads, tax gatherers, the halt, the lickspittle and the younger sisters thereof Not an eye that wasn t bloodshot Not a single area of untattooed flesh Not a fresh face in the whole bedizened roomful I shovelled aside some limp bundles I took to be several less robust patrons and leaned forward at the bar Did you see Arthur Graham come in here just now What s that, sunshine Are you police You don t look like police but the police don t look like police these days No, I m not police Look I showed him my not police ID It was a small plastic card with an old photo of me endorsed with the words I hereby certify the card holder is not employed in any capacity by the police force of Great Britain Signed by the Chief Superintendent of the Met Well okay, what you want anyhow Who s Arthur Graham This guy I slapped the usual photo of him on the bar Hmm said the bartender, such a handsome devil would be noticed anywhere He pointed towards the gents toilets I squeezed through the heaving mass and stepped round several 12 year olds who were openly fixing up just inside the toilet door I checked the stalls Two transvestites, one straight looking office worker, clearly a client, and nothing else except smeared walls and graffiti promising the usual curt versions of paradise But wait What was that poking from the bowl in stall number five A tail an Arthurian tail, squiggling frantically I seized this green, glistening, supple muscle I tried to play the rowdy dowdy do on his scales but he was strong Not able to haul the Grahamian beast from where he was lodged, I instead gave him a push and clung on There was a dreadful sucking and slithering and as I looked back I saw the top of the toilet bowl receding, Arthur was pulling me down down down into the coils of piping, through the vast Victorian maze of sewers, down we went at a fierce pace as he thrashed his magnificent tail and as I clung on, riding the beast to who knows where as the detritus of Nottingham flushed around us, the filth, the disastrous dinners, the unwanted pets, the copies of Real Life Lolitas, the broken hearts, the broken arses and their contents , the promises not worth the paper they were written on, the old songs which were the best, the harried looks, the despairing sex, the fruitless afternoons, the tissues and fissures of ordinary abandonment, the childproofed overdoses of everyday sorrow, the debouched drugs, the contact lenses, the future tenses, the used condoms, the caterwaulings, the cupidity and the lost phone numbers, it was like the excremental version of whirling to Oz on a tornado, but where whirled this strange author reader crossbreed We were violently disgorged in what I first took to be the Sargasso Sea but quickly realised was London Docklands My long tail wriggled sinuously through the tin cans, body parts and rusted supermarket trolleys My golden slitted eyes regarded the ruined Canary Wharf skyscrapers with mordant pleasure So this is what it s all about, Mr Graham, I lisped I had not mastered the tongue yet It is quite a trick Yes, he said Is it not delightful Let us get jobs as arbitrageurs and then join a band I suppose it has to be Whitesnake sleep with William Burroughs can t it be Donna Tartt No Edna O Brien in 1966 and wake up in the year 3123 You know, I said, this is as good a Friday night as I ve had in a long time


  6. Jenn(ifer) Jenn(ifer) says:

    Why Arthur Graham, I do believe I m blushing I tell you, when you have to listen to depressing war stories or schizophrenic ramblings day after day, it s so refreshing to get your hands on something that makes you laugh Not little chuckle laughter although there are plenty of chuckles to be had No, I m talking about snarfing coffee all over your monitor laughter Cackling on public transit laughter The kind of laughter that makes your tummy hurt Oh yes folks, it s very funny That s if you Why Arthur Graham, I do believe I m blushing I tell you, when you have to listen to depressing war stories or schizophrenic ramblings day after day, it s so refreshing to get your hands on something that makes you laugh Not little chuckle laughter although there are plenty of chuckles to be had No, I m talking about snarfing coffee all over your monitor laughter Cackling on public transit laughter The kind of laughter that makes your tummy hurt Oh yes folks, it s very funny That s if you don t mind a little filth in you humor Me I prefer it A little filth, a little mind fuckery it s an ace in the hole And did I mention it s clever Very clever indeed.This novella has a little bit of Vonnegut esque quirk complete with Breakfast of Champions style pointed illustrations paired with some Pynchonian perversion, sprinkled with a bit of Tom Robbins wit for good measure, told in a voice that is all Arthur Graham.Just go read it already Oh shit I forgot to add the soundtrack Ouroboros


  7. David Katzman David Katzman says:

    Sometimes it takes a madman to write about a mad world Or a mad man And Arthur Graham comes across as one pissed off mofo in Editorial He does not suffer fools gladly He s angry at this stupid, ignorant messed up world filled with toxic poison, liars, and politicians Excuse me, that was redundant.Chaotic Satiric Bizarric Editorial is barely contained it s bursting at the seams, running off the rails, a few crayons shy of sanity You have to stick with it to the end to make sense of it Sometimes it takes a madman to write about a mad world Or a mad man And Arthur Graham comes across as one pissed off mofo in Editorial He does not suffer fools gladly He s angry at this stupid, ignorant messed up world filled with toxic poison, liars, and politicians Excuse me, that was redundant.Chaotic Satiric Bizarric Editorial is barely contained it s bursting at the seams, running off the rails, a few crayons shy of sanity You have to stick with it to the end to make sense of it And by sense, I mean kinda It s a slippery eel of a book Even when you start to get what might be going on, you lose it again It fools you and taunts you This comes from Bizarro Press, and it does have that hard to quantify Bizarro quality to it, which I describe as a willful disregard for the polite niceties of mainstream sensibility Given what little Bizarro I have read, I think of it not so much as a specific style but an impression of an author breaking or tweaking taboos The feeling that they are challenging that which is supposedly sacred, revered, or just plain family friendly I respect that as a goal even if I don t seek out much Bizarro lit Editorial strays from what I understand as the typical works of the genre in that most Bizarro is straight narrative Albeit with talking testicles, an anus with teeth, or babies taking murder holidays in the Hamptons While Editorial has that Bizarro vibe, it also has an experimental edge, that of an author who is breaking narrative conventions, too, and pushing the possibilities of writing Interlude Both of my novels have been described by a couple of readers as Bizarro I find this categorization peculiar It seems to equate weird with Bizarro By that token, Williams S Burroughs would be called Bizarro Categorizations are imperfect, let s admit that Experimental is an ambiguous term But I wrote Death by Zamboni in 2000 long before Bizarro ever existed And by the time I finished A Greater Monster, I had only just heard of the genre Bizarro and had never read a Bizarro story I may have a weird imagination, but I think after reading a couple Bizarro novels, neither A Greater Monster nor Death by Zamboni feels anything like Bizarro fiction For all its flaws, experimental is a better term to my mind, and I consider myself to be an experimental writer.Perhaps even better than being bizarre, I found Editorial to be funny One utterly ridiculous scene involving Charles Bukowski makes no sense at all even the character in the story went huh , and I burst out on the L reading it Editorial deserves four stars just for making me feel foolish in public I know, you d think I d have read , right But, no, this is only the third Bizarro novella or story I ve ever read


  8. Nefariousbig Nefariousbig says:

    UPDATE I FINALLY received my autographed HARD copy of Editorial by Arthur Graham I must say, when I licked it, it tasted better than the e book _____________I absolutely LOVE the crude ouroboros, and other provocative illustrations Then there is this It is no small secret that many writers are also alcoholics, drug addicts, sexual deviants, or habitual wearers of blue jean Ed II was the rare writer possibly the only writer who never used booze to bolster his creativity he used it t UPDATE I FINALLY received my autographed HARD copy of Editorial by Arthur Graham I must say, when I licked it, it tasted better than the e book _____________I absolutely LOVE the crude ouroboros, and other provocative illustrations Then there is this It is no small secret that many writers are also alcoholics, drug addicts, sexual deviants, or habitual wearers of blue jean Ed II was the rare writer possibly the only writer who never used booze to bolster his creativity he used it to dissolve the grotesque products of his mind, drowning the sick little bastards in the tub of his own skull before they ever saw the light of day It may be first time e reader subliminal type 4 brain trauma, but I am now looking for a writer with a mind like Ed Tor II I d like to see just what he s got up there worth drowning I suppose I should thank Mr Graham for giving me the idea for a new start up If all goes well, I ll be rollin in the dough by the time I m 90 In case you re interested, we are OPEN for business I also wonder which Ed II God complex manifestation I would most enjoy being, exaggerated male genitalia or cunt cannon How about both Editorial has given me the star charts, and I have set sail to explore my own God complex manifestations I m thinking Vishnu with a tail beating the crap out of a naughty lus Or, Vishnu as a turtle with a large dildo like protrusion Either way, I think I m a winner I may be brainwashed, maybe I read too much into it, maybe it s the funny tea I m drinking, but for whatever reason Editorial s circular motion reminded me to re visit my favorite esoteric teacher, Gurdjieff, and start Eating the I view spoiler Eating the I An Account of the Fourth Way The Way of Transformation in Ordinary Life hide spoiler But, then again, maybe I ll just take a nap and dream of all the possibilities for my new business exploits


  9. Janie C. Janie C. says:

    This is a refreshingly different book It is written in an unconventional style, and tells the story of humanity as it occurs and reoccurs, always to the same end Despite the infinite permutations of possibilities between time periods, we never learn Irreverent but always relevant, the seemingly unrelated parts of the story ultimately fit together Included are simply drawn sketches which cannot be unseen, and a desert episode that would make the Lizard King proud.


  10. Traveller Traveller says:

    For Pete s sake, how come I am the only person around who has not read this yet Ttime to get excited again.WHEEEEEEEEEEEE I m so revved up for this that I m going to pee on the living room carpet or smash my car into the sidewalk or trip over my own feet in front of a super hot dude covered in tats or pee in my pants in front of a super hot dude covered in tats That one would be worse or just swallow my own epiglottis cough choke For Pete s sake, how come I am the only person around who has not read this yet Ttime to get excited again.WHEEEEEEEEEEEE I m so revved up for this that I m going to pee on the living room carpet or smash my car into the sidewalk or trip over my own feet in front of a super hot dude covered in tats or pee in my pants in front of a super hot dude covered in tats That one would be worse or just swallow my own epiglottis cough choke


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10 thoughts on “Editorial

  1. Arthur Graham Arthur Graham says:

    Arthur Graham is a panty sniffing, booze hounding, tax dodging rapscallion, and he has been known to trick people of indeterminate age into viewing nude photos of himself online He once killed a drifter in order to obtain an erection, and when that failed to work a second time, he started strangling kittens instead.He doesn t love his mother, and he only cleans his toilet once every several months.Arthur Graham is actually a double agent working for STGRB, and he is only posting items in protes Arthur Graham is a panty sniffing, booze hounding, tax dodging rapscallion, and he has been known to trick people of indeterminate age into viewing nude photos of himself online He once killed a drifter in order to obtain an erection, and when that failed to work a second time, he started strangling kittens instead.He doesn t love his mother, and he only cleans his toilet once every several months.Arthur Graham is actually a double agent working for STGRB, and he is only posting items in protest of GR censorship policies in order to collect likes from persons of interest to Michelle Obama and the NSA

  2. Jason Koivu Jason Koivu says:

    There s so much to hate Some readers are going to toss this book across the room to get it as far from them as possible There s so much to love And I mean luuuuuvvv, baby Some readers are going to toss one off to this If they have a willing partner, they might even toss their salad That dichotomy makes for an interesting book The chapters in Arthur Graham s Editorial are short and sweet sick, reading like vignettes for the scatterbrained as they flitter from one to another storyline lik There s so much to hate Some readers are going to toss this book across the room to get it as far from them as possible There s so much to love And I mean luuuuuvvv, baby Some readers are going to toss one off to this If they have a willing partner, they might even toss their salad That dichotomy makes for an interesting book The chapters in Arthur Graham s Editorial are short and sweet sick, reading like vignettes for the scatterbrained as they flitter from one to another storyline like a diseased butterfly on decaying flowers.Graham echoes Kafka For no logical reason, characters are thrust forward into the unknown and the reader is left just as in the dark as to why as are Graham s hapless anti heroes And he echoes Bukowski Besides the fuck it all attitude, one of the characters is literally a booze soaked writer The overall story intentionally circles back upon itself as I knew it would, but in a way I found unexpectedly satisfying I loved the apocalyptic commentary on the human race Some readers will be tantalized traumatized by the frequent mention of vages and pee pees, because reading Editorial is like receiving a forceful enema from your mouth to your ass, leaving you feeling much dirtier by the end, and you ll fucking love it, you filthy sod

  3. Richard Derus Richard Derus says:

    Rating 4.25 of fiveThe Book Report Did you ever wonder, standing there in front of your bookshelves, Self, you have to call yourself Self to make this work, Self, what would happen if Virginia Woolf in full Orlando mode sat at a table with a bottle of Boodles and collaborated with Samuel Beckett and Bret Easton Ellis to rewrite Naked Lunch You don t need to, actually, Arthur Graham did He called the resultingwritings Editorial The Bizarro Press Edition.My Review I thought bizarr Rating 4.25 of fiveThe Book Report Did you ever wonder, standing there in front of your bookshelves, Self, you have to call yourself Self to make this work, Self, what would happen if Virginia Woolf in full Orlando mode sat at a table with a bottle of Boodles and collaborated with Samuel Beckett and Bret Easton Ellis to rewrite Naked Lunch You don t need to, actually, Arthur Graham did He called the resultingwritings Editorial The Bizarro Press Edition.My Review I thought bizarro, the literary genre to which this novel belongs, was juvenile, kinda like the showoffy po mo nonsense that poseurs like Rick Moody and his unbearable Purple America or David Foster Wallace and his aptly titled but clearly misinterpreted Infinite Jest goof on pretentious literary snobbery, only not afraid to say Dirty Words or discuss Naughty Things.And the years flow past, each of them as unremarkable as the next, as unnoticed as nanoseconds, in fact, not even long enough to contain anything noticeable centuries just barely registered as moments in space time Soon the millennia are passing by at a modest rate of 47 per minute, and of course all manner of things noticeable and not so noticeable occur along the way though most falling into the latter category Naturally there come periods where lying is greatly rewarded, followed by periods where lying is greatly punished our poor unlucky editor , along with every other conceivable and inconceivable reversal and re reversal of standards, and Wait, did anyone else just hear God yawn So I started reading this book, provided to me by its author in the Satanically twitchy, horribly inconvenient PDF format, without a lot of expectations Short hits of bizarro, like poppers, can enhance the momentary pleasures of reading More often than not, I m fine with the literary equivalent of fast food sex, the warm glow passes soon enough, but hey don t cry because it s over snigger because it happened, and this afternoon I was in a fast foody sorta mood.And slowly it dawned on me This guy isn t pointlessly showoffily using the fashionable conventions to obscure what is otherwise a fairly average and not so terribly interesting tale see the two titles I ve chosen for whipping above This guy is, in his vulgar, potty mouthed way, making a point that might actually be worth thinking about, like about perspective and perception Florida was like a pathetic, flaccid cock unable to work it up Meanwhile, Cuba sat waiting like a big, wet pussy, not even a hundred miles out.Not an original thought, necessarily, but a thought presented in a way that cuts through the fog of ideology and politicking and associated foofaraw to present a multi layered image that both defines and illuminates a geopolitical reality, while revolting the delicate and amusing the coarse Well played, Mr Graham At the end of the story comes the philosophical payload that you just knew, from word one, hadda be coming The surprise to me was how succinct and unwrapped the payload was, a bareback mindfuck Then it hit him On a long enough timeline, not only did all things become possible, they eventually became inevitable So, given that so much is happening every moment,and given that the interpretations of each moment are as numerous and varied as the uncountable beings sentient and nonsentient experiencing them, and given that history repeats itself over and over again in seemingly infinite circular variations while at the same spontaneously generating and shifting from one species, paradigm, and reality to the next, and given that on a long enough timeline not only did all things become possible, but in fact became inevitable, then why couldn t his clienthave been everything AND everywhere all at ONCE At the quantum level, ladies and gentlemen, all times are now and all places are here The same strings that vibrate to create rocks, vibrate to create thee and me And this, I think since I didn t ask him, is what Graham s nonsensical tale of the weresnake destiny of humanity isor less about.Or not Who cares If you don t like the quotes, you ll hate the book, and won t buy it I think you should anyway Read it to keep your reading bowels from getting blocked This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution NonCommercial ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

  4. Melki Melki says:

    This novella concerns the trials and tribulations of a young man forced from his aunt and uncle s home with naught but his wits and a suitcase full o porn Out in the big, bad, bizarro world he learns why we should envy prostitutes and that it pays to be flexible He also deals with this depressing scenario No one reads books in this distant future, because a strange virus destroyed all written material long ago It might beaccurate to say that the books were destroyed by fire, after t This novella concerns the trials and tribulations of a young man forced from his aunt and uncle s home with naught but his wits and a suitcase full o porn Out in the big, bad, bizarro world he learns why we should envy prostitutes and that it pays to be flexible He also deals with this depressing scenario No one reads books in this distant future, because a strange virus destroyed all written material long ago It might beaccurate to say that the books were destroyed by fire, after this was identified as the only reliable means of killing them, but we never would ve had to burn them all in the first place had it not been for the virus One day without warning, every piece of paper between two covers seemed to develop a taste for our blood Pamphlets and paperbacks would whisk along the streets, picking away at toes and tendons before descending upon their fallen prey Encyclopedias, while relatively immobile by comparison, proved to be especially voracious volumes Most hardcover titles were strong and fast enough to make the top of the food chain as airborne snapping deathtraps. The writing pulsates with a semi surrealistic vibe No, I have no idea what that means, but doesn t it sound impressive Though none of the characters had enormous thumbs, I was reminded of early Tom Robbins And, though there were plenty of salacious drawings, none of them were of an asshole, yet I was still reminded of Kurt Vonnegut It would probably remind me of Charles Bukowski, as well, but I haven t read anything by him yet

  5. Paul Bryant Paul Bryant says:

    Only seven days, one week ago it was when skanking home alone in the bitterest of March winds I thought I caught a glimpse of the notorious Arthur Graham as I passed the reeking alley which leads to the King Billy public house, where no one goes except they who have to He was hunched up against the wall lighting one cigarette off the end of its predecessor I turned back in time to see him slither into the King Billy itself Not being in possession of a loaded pistol or two fists of iron, it wa Only seven days, one week ago it was when skanking home alone in the bitterest of March winds I thought I caught a glimpse of the notorious Arthur Graham as I passed the reeking alley which leads to the King Billy public house, where no one goes except they who have to He was hunched up against the wall lighting one cigarette off the end of its predecessor I turned back in time to see him slither into the King Billy itself Not being in possession of a loaded pistol or two fists of iron, it was folly therefore to pursue the scumbag into the bowels of the worst pub in Sneinton the second worst area in Nottingham but I felt I could not refrain The sighs of uncounted readers were hissing me onward Don t let the bastard escape, they cooed So close now, so close, they mewed I shoved the peeling door open and was almost felled by the rank stench of Billydom, the collective murk of the generations of pimps, child molesters, smackheads, crackheads, whackheads, tax gatherers, the halt, the lickspittle and the younger sisters thereof Not an eye that wasn t bloodshot Not a single area of untattooed flesh Not a fresh face in the whole bedizened roomful I shovelled aside some limp bundles I took to be several less robust patrons and leaned forward at the bar Did you see Arthur Graham come in here just now What s that, sunshine Are you police You don t look like police but the police don t look like police these days No, I m not police Look I showed him my not police ID It was a small plastic card with an old photo of me endorsed with the words I hereby certify the card holder is not employed in any capacity by the police force of Great Britain Signed by the Chief Superintendent of the Met Well okay, what you want anyhow Who s Arthur Graham This guy I slapped the usual photo of him on the bar Hmm said the bartender, such a handsome devil would be noticed anywhere He pointed towards the gents toilets I squeezed through the heaving mass and stepped round several 12 year olds who were openly fixing up just inside the toilet door I checked the stalls Two transvestites, one straight looking office worker, clearly a client, and nothing else except smeared walls and graffiti promising the usual curt versions of paradise But wait What was that poking from the bowl in stall number five A tail an Arthurian tail, squiggling frantically I seized this green, glistening, supple muscle I tried to play the rowdy dowdy do on his scales but he was strong Not able to haul the Grahamian beast from where he was lodged, I instead gave him a push and clung on There was a dreadful sucking and slithering and as I looked back I saw the top of the toilet bowl receding, Arthur was pulling me down down down into the coils of piping, through the vast Victorian maze of sewers, down we went at a fierce pace as he thrashed his magnificent tail and as I clung on, riding the beast to who knows where as the detritus of Nottingham flushed around us, the filth, the disastrous dinners, the unwanted pets, the copies of Real Life Lolitas, the broken hearts, the broken arses and their contents , the promises not worth the paper they were written on, the old songs which were the best, the harried looks, the despairing sex, the fruitless afternoons, the tissues and fissures of ordinary abandonment, the childproofed overdoses of everyday sorrow, the debouched drugs, the contact lenses, the future tenses, the used condoms, the caterwaulings, the cupidity and the lost phone numbers, it was like the excremental version of whirling to Oz on a tornado, but where whirled this strange author reader crossbreed We were violently disgorged in what I first took to be the Sargasso Sea but quickly realised was London Docklands My long tail wriggled sinuously through the tin cans, body parts and rusted supermarket trolleys My golden slitted eyes regarded the ruined Canary Wharf skyscrapers with mordant pleasure So this is what it s all about, Mr Graham, I lisped I had not mastered the tongue yet It is quite a trick Yes, he said Is it not delightful Let us get jobs as arbitrageurs and then join a band I suppose it has to be Whitesnake sleep with William Burroughs can t it be Donna Tartt No Edna O Brien in 1966 and wake up in the year 3123 You know, I said, this is as good a Friday night as I ve had in a long time

  6. Jenn(ifer) Jenn(ifer) says:

    Why Arthur Graham, I do believe I m blushing I tell you, when you have to listen to depressing war stories or schizophrenic ramblings day after day, it s so refreshing to get your hands on something that makes you laugh Not little chuckle laughter although there are plenty of chuckles to be had No, I m talking about snarfing coffee all over your monitor laughter Cackling on public transit laughter The kind of laughter that makes your tummy hurt Oh yes folks, it s very funny That s if you Why Arthur Graham, I do believe I m blushing I tell you, when you have to listen to depressing war stories or schizophrenic ramblings day after day, it s so refreshing to get your hands on something that makes you laugh Not little chuckle laughter although there are plenty of chuckles to be had No, I m talking about snarfing coffee all over your monitor laughter Cackling on public transit laughter The kind of laughter that makes your tummy hurt Oh yes folks, it s very funny That s if you don t mind a little filth in you humor Me I prefer it A little filth, a little mind fuckery it s an ace in the hole And did I mention it s clever Very clever indeed.This novella has a little bit of Vonnegut esque quirk complete with Breakfast of Champions style pointed illustrations paired with some Pynchonian perversion, sprinkled with a bit of Tom Robbins wit for good measure, told in a voice that is all Arthur Graham.Just go read it already Oh shit I forgot to add the soundtrack Ouroboros

  7. David Katzman David Katzman says:

    Sometimes it takes a madman to write about a mad world Or a mad man And Arthur Graham comes across as one pissed off mofo in Editorial He does not suffer fools gladly He s angry at this stupid, ignorant messed up world filled with toxic poison, liars, and politicians Excuse me, that was redundant.Chaotic Satiric Bizarric Editorial is barely contained it s bursting at the seams, running off the rails, a few crayons shy of sanity You have to stick with it to the end to make sense of it Sometimes it takes a madman to write about a mad world Or a mad man And Arthur Graham comes across as one pissed off mofo in Editorial He does not suffer fools gladly He s angry at this stupid, ignorant messed up world filled with toxic poison, liars, and politicians Excuse me, that was redundant.Chaotic Satiric Bizarric Editorial is barely contained it s bursting at the seams, running off the rails, a few crayons shy of sanity You have to stick with it to the end to make sense of it And by sense, I mean kinda It s a slippery eel of a book Even when you start to get what might be going on, you lose it again It fools you and taunts you This comes from Bizarro Press, and it does have that hard to quantify Bizarro quality to it, which I describe as a willful disregard for the polite niceties of mainstream sensibility Given what little Bizarro I have read, I think of it not so much as a specific style but an impression of an author breaking or tweaking taboos The feeling that they are challenging that which is supposedly sacred, revered, or just plain family friendly I respect that as a goal even if I don t seek out much Bizarro lit Editorial strays from what I understand as the typical works of the genre in that most Bizarro is straight narrative Albeit with talking testicles, an anus with teeth, or babies taking murder holidays in the Hamptons While Editorial has that Bizarro vibe, it also has an experimental edge, that of an author who is breaking narrative conventions, too, and pushing the possibilities of writing Interlude Both of my novels have been described by a couple of readers as Bizarro I find this categorization peculiar It seems to equate weird with Bizarro By that token, Williams S Burroughs would be called Bizarro Categorizations are imperfect, let s admit that Experimental is an ambiguous term But I wrote Death by Zamboni in 2000 long before Bizarro ever existed And by the time I finished A Greater Monster, I had only just heard of the genre Bizarro and had never read a Bizarro story I may have a weird imagination, but I think after reading a couple Bizarro novels, neither A Greater Monster nor Death by Zamboni feels anything like Bizarro fiction For all its flaws, experimental is a better term to my mind, and I consider myself to be an experimental writer.Perhaps even better than being bizarre, I found Editorial to be funny One utterly ridiculous scene involving Charles Bukowski makes no sense at all even the character in the story went huh , and I burst out on the L reading it Editorial deserves four stars just for making me feel foolish in public I know, you d think I d have read , right But, no, this is only the third Bizarro novella or story I ve ever read

  8. Nefariousbig Nefariousbig says:

    UPDATE I FINALLY received my autographed HARD copy of Editorial by Arthur Graham I must say, when I licked it, it tasted better than the e book _____________I absolutely LOVE the crude ouroboros, and other provocative illustrations Then there is this It is no small secret that many writers are also alcoholics, drug addicts, sexual deviants, or habitual wearers of blue jean Ed II was the rare writer possibly the only writer who never used booze to bolster his creativity he used it t UPDATE I FINALLY received my autographed HARD copy of Editorial by Arthur Graham I must say, when I licked it, it tasted better than the e book _____________I absolutely LOVE the crude ouroboros, and other provocative illustrations Then there is this It is no small secret that many writers are also alcoholics, drug addicts, sexual deviants, or habitual wearers of blue jean Ed II was the rare writer possibly the only writer who never used booze to bolster his creativity he used it to dissolve the grotesque products of his mind, drowning the sick little bastards in the tub of his own skull before they ever saw the light of day It may be first time e reader subliminal type 4 brain trauma, but I am now looking for a writer with a mind like Ed Tor II I d like to see just what he s got up there worth drowning I suppose I should thank Mr Graham for giving me the idea for a new start up If all goes well, I ll be rollin in the dough by the time I m 90 In case you re interested, we are OPEN for business I also wonder which Ed II God complex manifestation I would most enjoy being, exaggerated male genitalia or cunt cannon How about both Editorial has given me the star charts, and I have set sail to explore my own God complex manifestations I m thinking Vishnu with a tail beating the crap out of a naughty lus Or, Vishnu as a turtle with a large dildo like protrusion Either way, I think I m a winner I may be brainwashed, maybe I read too much into it, maybe it s the funny tea I m drinking, but for whatever reason Editorial s circular motion reminded me to re visit my favorite esoteric teacher, Gurdjieff, and start Eating the I view spoiler Eating the I An Account of the Fourth Way The Way of Transformation in Ordinary Life hide spoiler But, then again, maybe I ll just take a nap and dream of all the possibilities for my new business exploits

  9. Janie C. Janie C. says:

    This is a refreshingly different book It is written in an unconventional style, and tells the story of humanity as it occurs and reoccurs, always to the same end Despite the infinite permutations of possibilities between time periods, we never learn Irreverent but always relevant, the seemingly unrelated parts of the story ultimately fit together Included are simply drawn sketches which cannot be unseen, and a desert episode that would make the Lizard King proud.

  10. Traveller Traveller says:

    For Pete s sake, how come I am the only person around who has not read this yet Ttime to get excited again.WHEEEEEEEEEEEE I m so revved up for this that I m going to pee on the living room carpet or smash my car into the sidewalk or trip over my own feet in front of a super hot dude covered in tats or pee in my pants in front of a super hot dude covered in tats That one would be worse or just swallow my own epiglottis cough choke For Pete s sake, how come I am the only person around who has not read this yet Ttime to get excited again.WHEEEEEEEEEEEE I m so revved up for this that I m going to pee on the living room carpet or smash my car into the sidewalk or trip over my own feet in front of a super hot dude covered in tats or pee in my pants in front of a super hot dude covered in tats That one would be worse or just swallow my own epiglottis cough choke

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