Debudaderrah by Robin Wyatt Dunn is clearly one of the strangest books I read.
Won this from LibraryThing.
I have never been so confused in my life as I was trying to read this!
I have worked locked psych wards and had patients give me stories they wrote or poems and this reminded me of that...
Word salad!
I couldn't figure out who the characters were, the plot if there was one, even what was going on!
Truly the most bizarre book yet!
I wish I had something nice to say but I didn't understand it at all! Sorry!
"I am home to kill.
I take out my knife.
And I enter my knife into my father.
And I enter my knife into my mother.
I tuck in my wings.
I slip under the exosphere.
I close my eyes."
"Whisper in my ear, daughter, that it will all soon pass.
Go on, whisper.
“Oh, father, I can’t!”
You must.
Whisper it in my ear.
“I love you.”
Tell me.
“This too will pass, father.”
Each of my legions salutes the sky,
where are our ships are laid."
These are sections of the book. The sections I could understand.
Here is the 'about the author'
"Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in a state of desperation engineered by late capitalism, within which his mind is a mere subset of a much larger hallucination wherein men are machines, machines are men, and the world and everything in it are mere dreams whose eddies and currents poets can channel briefly but cannot control. Perhaps it goes without saying that he lives in Los Angeles."
Yep folks, this should say enough.