Praise for TEXTURES "So it begins, book-objects emerging from the Covid-19 UK lockdown and beyond. Artbook. Yes. That word. I pause. I like it. Gordon Lish famously said literature is retrograde. Why are we not trying harder? Zak Ferguson is. [Text] in TEXTURES s is immanent… already there. Bugger all images. Even the text is an image. Hieroglyphics of HTML. The negative space of text. Negentropic text. Keywords auto-fact, auto-fiction, IKEA meatballs, channel 3, channel 4, loneliness, boredom, vacant lots, tin-foil cocks, bubble-gum girls, ruins. Yes, ruins. Lish also You don’t even have to make it up!
The opening & closing of a laptop computer… like a giant clam! This is Brighton, after all. And Eastbourne. The grunt-groans of existence are here. Existence as a cut-up experience. This book claims to be an accident. It is. A big, beautiful fucking accident. Like the Universe itself.
Electronic waste. E-waste. TEXTURES s reminds us everything is made of particles. Box text. Text in boxes. Language prisons. Good luck, pal.
A writer reading a writer is something, eh? A writer reading a writer reading a writer… probably what you are doing right now. Am I right, pal? John Trefry famously said he is okay with Inside the Castle books only being read by other writers. That is what you have here. Zak Ferguson makes me want to write. TEXTURES s makes me want to write. Makes me want to “fuck around” with text. Echo chambers. Chambers without echoes. The anechoic chamber in Minneapolis is purportedly the “quietest place on the planet.” TEXTURES s is screaming. Zak Ferguson is screaming. Hear my tell-tale heart, indeed. Life is a rough draft. I still don’t know what the fuck Nietzsche means by eternal return. What I do TEXTURES s by Zak Ferguson makes me feel alive." -R.G. Vasicek, author of THE DEFECTORS
TEXTURESs { Or } { The Autistic Experience } didn't start out as a book, it started out as a collage piece. This is just the end result.
A book reflecting on Zak's ever evolving relationship with various artistic mediums; and the artistry even the most minor of details.
This is both a collection of prose, fiction, poems, essays and a novel length manifesto that relates to Zak's neurological condition and the condition of the interiority of a book. It is also about sweet fuck all.
Zak Ferguson is an Autistic, mental health-suffering much despised entity, barely a person, just an irritable itch, on the earlobe, on the fringes of your conscious-self; whose reality consists of words, literature and the pretensions garnered from art. If you like literature that expands your perceptions of art, specifically within literature, that tests your patience, that entices, arouses, annoys, irritates, breaks into your machinations of consuming literature- try and read him; that or at least if you want to try literature that confounds, upsets, and semi-forms itself as entertainment and all such and sundry as accepted and marketed in the full-fledged market place of book-building and publication... then Zak is probably somebody you'd like to beat around the head with, said book, and tell him what a waste of time it was...
If, and this is a BIG if, this is an experience you wish to partake in, if only to get a chance to beat him publicly/privately...read his stuff. His previous publications have been, EAT YOUR KEYBOARD (no longer available) Mr. Nick (no longer available) A TASTE OF FEELING (no longer available) and his latest, most boundary pushing novel, What Mr. Wants Mr. Gets (which is readily available).
He plans to re-release his Eat Your Keyboard series in the coming future as a huge omnibus titled, THE SYSTEM COMPENDIUM, release date 2020. A TASTE OF FEELING has also been re-released, alongside its follow up, under the new title, Volatile Voices, Volatile Universe, later this year.
He exists online in some vague form. On INSTAGRAM under some name or other...and TWITTER...under another name based around his issue with sweating... He is also the Editor/Founder/Co-Head of the innovative press Sweat Drenched Press. ( www.www.sweatdrenchedpress.com)
Zak lives in the seaside town of Brighton. (He doesn't get out much)