Friday, 18 March 2016

Praise for You With Your Memory Are Dead

Gary Shipley's conception of reality is more like our actual present reality than our literary culture's usual inbred narrative realism can afford; that is: grotesque, cornered, starving, horrific, on the verge of being ripped to shreds. Yet in the same breath, by way of his attentions: finally transcendent of that same ongoing mundane, excised of playground made-for-TV horseshit, thought-bendingly alive in a way most ways of storytelling couldn't begin to wish to ape. Literature almost doesn't deserve this maniac, and thank hell he's here.

 – Blake Butler

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