Jake was a young man with dreams. But the world became dark and oppressive, and nothing survived but the OTRERA warehouse. It sits on the edge of the world, outside of time, its many inhabitants caught in a relentless loop of machinery and labour. There is nothing left now but OTRERA.
Michael Hanquiniouax (Han-Kwin-Oh) is a writer originally from Yorkshire whose books focus on the transgressive and existential, specifically from a working-class perspective.
Inspired by works which touch upon similar themes and which attempt to understand the pointless nightmare of human existence, his first book Otrera explores a world of isolation and detachment.
This platform is my only method for finding potential new readers of my work (I cannot be arsed doing more than the bare minimum... it's part of my charm) so it would be much appreciated if you read OTRERA and wrote a review (even a bad one).
If you're a writer in a similar position let me know, and I'll read your terrible book in return.
'Perhaps the greatest novelist of all time.' - Hemingway. 'His work puts me to shame.' - Proust. 'Not only a great writer but also has a fantastic arse.' - Virginia Woolf.
I've read and re-read this thing so many times over the course of writing it, that it's impossible to provide any kind of objective view. There are no doubt amateurish mistakes and clumsy aspects to the piece but, on good days, I think there's some occasional quality too. The story is, of course, heavily influenced by my own experiences but I fictionalised these enough to keep myself entertained.
But it's impossible to know for sure if it's competent or engaging. There are days where I have read it and thought: 'this is actually pretty good.' And then there are days where I've read it and thought: 'this is utter crap!'
Opinions from the outside would obviously be enlightening (and terrifying).
But I think there's something here to build on. And the bottom line is... I don't want to be one of those people who talks about writing a book one day. I want to be someone who actually does it.