Ficstructor

by Mark Rapacz

This? This is a book. No. It’s not a book. It’s a book-length work of words that more or less got strung together from some haphazard idea that fiction, literary criticism, and the beer shits can come together and make something magical. This? This is magical. I don’t know. This is a thing. This thing is about 50,000 words. You will not learn anything even if you somehow get to the end of it. You probably won’t even get lost in the world this thing—book?—centers around. Most of the time it’s a bunch of griping about the writing world and a whole crapload of self-loathing. This is the Internet. This is the Internet in printed form. Neither of us should be surprised. This should be a pamphlet. This shouldn’t even be whatever is less than a pamphlet. This should be a flyer stapled to a telephone pole looking for a missing cat blog. This shouldn’t even be a thing. This wouldn’t be a thing pre-Internet. Now it is. Crap.

138 pages, Kindle Edition

First published December 1, 2013

About the author

Mark Rapacz’s stories have appeared in a number of publications, including Plots with Guns, Revolver, Thuglit, Pulp Modern, Water-Stone Review, East Bay Review, Hawai’i Review, Martian Lit and The Best American Nonrequired Reading. His latest crime novel, A Burdizzo for a Prince, is out now from Fahrenheit Press. He and his wife live in Minneapolis where he continues to write stories.