Trigger warning: dementia, murder, suicide, blood, addiction (substance abuse), schizophrenia, mass panic … and so much more.
« I thought that my books were inherently not meant for wide release. That I was too weird. That I simply wasn't good enough. » - Joey Batey
In a world- especially the world of books, of BookTok, Bookstagram, or whatever they all call themselves - the crowd chases the next trend, the next hit, the next crush and rush and kick. And in doing so, we look for something unique, don’t we? For something that is different, right?
Joey’s debut was nothing I expected - but everything I needed. Everything I look for in books. In words. In art. In the search for uniqueness. For depth. For something that moves inside you. And stays within you. Maybe for the rest of your life.
It is not an easy book. Far from it. And the only thing I genuinely want to criticize, in this modern world, is the lack of trigger warnings. Because it needs them. God, this book needs them. Not because it is graphically violent (though yes, it is that too!), but because it touches the psyche. It moves it. And yes, depending on where you are in your own journey, it can certainly trigger.
This book will stay with me not only because it made me question my own thinking. It will remain in my memory not only because it contains sharp, critical words - in all its subtexts - and addresses them directly to the reader. A criticism of consumer behavior, of the addiction to the next sensation, of crossing boundaries, infiltrated by the consumption of the internet, of social media, of the loss of humanity and respect.
This book will remain with me because it changed something within me. Philosophical words, perhaps, but I hope that is exactly what Joey intends to convey to the reader. What he wants to move with this story - one that leaves so much to think about, and that earns a place on my shelf. A story I will recommend to anyone who is searching: for more, for something different, for depth and reflection.
And for Joey: please never say again that you are weird. We all are. This world is weird. Please write more books. Please publish them - even if it’s "only" self-publishing. Or whatever. I want to hear more of your thoughts, sink into your ideas, and have your (world) criticism hold a mirror to my own behavior and consumption.
Thank you for all the critical perspectives the Solkats have shown me.
I will miss Cal, Mel and Al with my whole heart.
Read this book!