I took a plunge on this one, like most books put out by Sweat Drenched Press that I had sent to me to review (I am a very slow reader, and even slower reviewer, so apologies to SDP hombres) as they publish stuff that I never knew existed in literature... weird, dense, playful experimental-MENTAL stuff... maybe that shows me up, as a not-so-well-read-pleb, but, then again, I don't care.
What is so grand about these small presses is they offer works the mainstream would never entertain, let alone actually attempt to read.
This book is a special one, a book, like most works published by SDP, that is uncategorizable. The book is reminiscent to so many books of its ilk, and this for me reads like all good teen-fic, only with a Melvin Burgess slimy, dirty layer.
To me, this book is enlightening to where the written word can take you, and is a breath of fresh fucking air. The layers of this teen angsty drama, comedy is very particular, detailed, and in so many ways, outside of its long length, it is epic in scope. Linear storytelling is my bag, and often non-linear can be neat, and experiential, but, though linear this book has a whacky-vim and energy, with a wayward heart to it.
I really enjoyed this thick book. Garth is a very skilled writer, and I especially enjoyed his dialogue in this book. Go buy a copy. It is relatable, grunge, and honest. I like an honest book and portrayal of society in my fiction.