Dani Brown's second person experimental piece you've been waiting years for. Witness first hand as a fiction author breaks the list of writing rules (or a list, there are many of these things). You wake up. Your day doesn't get much better after that. Dive into your mind as your body releases every bit of fluid it had and then more. When your mind is done with you, it is your body's turn. Is there any hope for you?
Brown is a writer of bizarro and extreme horror, and BROCCOLI leans hard into the bizarro. So, how to describe it? Well, you know when you're smuggling amphetamines to Koh Phangan for the full moon party, only you didn't double-bag that shit when you stuck it up your barking spider and the condom split and it started leaching into your bloodstream via your anal membrane and things got kind of hectic?
No?
OK. You ever read ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND? How about THE THIRD POLICEMAN by Flann O'Brien, or HEAD TO TOE by Joe Orton? These are the only stories I can think of as reference points for BROCCOLI; they start off kind of normal, and then get increasingly fucked up the longer you read... except with BROCCOLI, things start off pretty goddamn gnarly with a session of pimple popping that rapidly gets out of hand. And I mean really, really, fucking far out of hand, like, a colon packed with "yaba" far-out-of-hand...
I'm not saying anymore. Because of possible spoilers, and not personal legal ramifications.
This has got to be one of the most odd and fun books I have read in a while and in the crazy way Dani Brown tells the most bizarre and mind boggling story I was not expecting
It turns out inter dimensional travel requires a lot more preparation than time travel. You are going to need barf bags, adult diapers, and lots of Clearasil.