Now Available: The Last Horror Novel in the History of the World, The Fun We’ve Had, The Collected Works of Noah Cicero Vol. 2, and Lazy Fascist Review

13 May

lasthorrorfinalThe Last Horror Novel in the History of the World by Brian Allen Carr

The black magic of bad living only looks hideous to honest eyes.


Welcome to Scrape, Texas, a nowhere town near the Mexican border. Few people ever visit Scrape, and the unlucky ones who live there never seem to escape. They fill their days with fish fries, cheap beer, tobacco, firearms, and sex. But Scrape is about to be invaded by a plague of monsters unlike anything ever seen in the history of the world. First there’s La Llorona — the screaming woman in white — and her horde of ghost children. Then come the black, hairy hands. Thousands, millions, scurrying on fingers like spiders or crabs. But the hands are nothing to El Abuelo, a wicked creature with a magical bullwhip, and even El Abuelo don’t mean shit when the devil comes to town.

noah2The Collected Works of Noah Cicero. Vol. 2 by Noah Cicero

Vasily Krymov is a first-generation Russian immigrant living in Youngstown, Ohio. He drinks coffee at the Waffle House. He drinks rum in seedy strip clubs. He washes dishes at a steakhouse for minimum wage. Through all of it, he thinks of suicide, envisioning grand escapes from his own personal hell.

When he discovers a pill bottle full of Oxycontin in the restroom of a bar, Vasily thinks he has found his escape. He and his best friend devise a plant to sell the pills to raise enough money to head out west and escape the squalid streets of Youngstown forever. But for a man like Vasily, escaping one hell only means finding another.

A bleak, comedic masterpiece of down-and-outers in decaying America, The Insurgent is Noah Cicero at his minimalistic best. The Collected Works of Noah Cicero Vol. 2 also features three of Noah Cicero’s most acclaimed short stories: “Two Old Lovers Bring Out Their Guns,” “Visiting My Sister,” and “Two Hard Workers.”

thefunwevehadThe Fun We’ve Had by Michael J. Seidlinger

“Michael Seidlinger is a homegrown Calvino, a humanist, and wise and darkly whimsical. His invisible cities are the spires of the sea where we all sail our coffins in search of our stories.”-Steve Erickson, author of Zeroville

Two lovers are adrift in a coffin on an endless sea. Who are they? They are him and her. They are you and me. They are rowing to salvage what remains of themselves. They are rowing to remember the fun we’ve had.


Last but not least, we’re proud to present the debut issue of our brand new literary journal:

 lazyfascistreview1Lazy Fascist Review #1

Featuring interviews with Dennis Cooper and Tom Piccirilli, fiction and poetry by Elizabeth Ellen, William Boyle, Juliet Escoria, Mike Meginnis, Sean Kilpatrick, Ben Spivey, Monica Storss, and Hernan Ortiz. Also featuring recommended beer pairings and beer reviews by Ross E. Lockhart.



25 Feb

Hey, gang! If you’re going to be out in Seattle this week, here’s what you need to know about your favorite press that has published books by your favorite authors in a manner which you’ve consistently found aesthetically pleasing. 


LF will be at two different events in Seattle this week.

The first, on Friday, will feature Patrick Wensink and J.S. Breukelaar. All of the info is here:

The second, on Saturday, will feature Scott McClanahan, Noah Cicero, Stephen Graham Jones, Patrick Wensink and J.S. Breukelaar. The info for that one is here:

If you do come out, please remember to bring a change of clothes, because these readings are gonna make you SWEAT. Or, if you prefer the natural essences/aromas of your own body, please don’t let us infringe on your right to smell however you wish to!

Great Books from Great Presses

21 Feb

Yesterday on Facebook, about a dozen authors engaged in a lengthy discussion about bizarro fiction and the seeming lack of more experimental work within the scene in recent years. It’s a subject that crops up every few months, even though the bizarro scene is now more diverse than ever. There’s really nothing that can’t be done in bizarro at this point. If it’s good enough, there will be a home for it.

The brunt of yesterday’s conversation centered on one question. Why isn’t there as much experimental work coming out of bizarro as there used to be? For starters, this is both true and untrue. It’s true that Eraserhead Press, which began as a publishing collective that included experimental fiction luminaries Lance Olsen and Trevor Dodge, has honed its focus in recent years to over-the-top, patently absurd, b-movie fiction. In its early years, before the bizarro label was adopted, Eraserhead Press existed as a home for a diverse range of authors. There were those who became core bizarro authors, namely Carlton Mellick III, Kevin L. Donihe, and D. Harlan Wilson. There were the experimental writers like Lance Olsen, Trevor Dodge, and Michael Hemmingson. Then there were horror and science fiction authors – people like Andre Duza, Simon Logan, and Richard Kadrey, whose work tended to be too offbeat for mainstream genre publishers.

Although these authors all shared a label, in hindsight three distinct groups existed. Some of the writers stuck around to form bizarro. Others moved on to large literary/experimental publishers like FC2. The third group aimed for deals with major horror/science fiction houses (Richard Kadrey’s wildly popular Sandman Slim series has made him a New York Times bestseller). Today, the division is very much the same, only now Eraserhead is dedicated solely to bizarro fiction, while Lazy Fascist publishes the literary/experimental/bugfuck work, and Deadite mostly focuses on violent cult horror. So things have changed since Eraserhead was founded fifteen years ago. There’s no longer one publishing line that encompasses everything. Rather than limiting the company’s range, this has resulted in a wider diversity of fiction emerging from the Eraserhead umbrella than ever before.

When it comes down to it, though, what I’m saying here isn’t about bizarro or Eraserhead. It’s about the good shit. Knowing where to find the good shit can be tough. One of my primary goals with Lazy Fascist is to build bridges. I want bizarro readers to know of the good shit beyond bizarro. I want readers of that other good shit to know that bizarro is good shit too.

In the conversation that started all this, a few people expressed that they had a hard time finding new experimental/surreal fiction, so last night I compiled a list of twenty presses that have published some beautifully weird fiction and poetry, mostly in the last few years. Some of these presses are larger, some are very small, but in every case, they’re contributing something unique and vibrant to the landscape of modern literature. Because the task of mining through all of their catalogs and determining where to begin would be a daunting, if not downright overwhelming, task, I’ve selected one book from each press that I recommend starting with (two titles, in a few instances). The presses are listed in alphabetical order and every single one of these books is solid.

Action Books
POP CORPSE! by Lara Glenum

Black Ocean
With Deer by Aase Berg
The Man Suit by Zachary Schomburg

Collected Alex by A.T. Grant

Calamari Press
Motorman by David Ohle

Civil Coping Mechanisms
Green Lights by Kyle Muntz (forthcoming)

Coffee House Press
The Song of Percival Peacock by Russell Edson

Dalkey Archive
Log of the S.S. the Mrs. Unguentine by Stanley Crawford

Eye Rocket
The National Science Fair of Amazing New Discoveries by Matt Kessler

Museum of the Weird by Amelia Gray
It Was Like My Trying to Have a Tender-Hearted Nature by Diane Williams

The Avian Gospels by Adam Novy

Grove Press
Blueprints of the Afterlife by Ryan Boudinot

Little House on the Bowery
Wide Eyed by Trinie Dalton

Madras Press
The Third Elevator by Aimee Bender

Publishing Genius
Light Boxes by Shane Jones (1st edition, current edition published by Penguin)

Sator Press
Confessions from a Dark Wood by Eric Raymond

Solar Luxuriance
Throne of Blood by Cassandra Troyan

Small Doggies Press
Edie & the Low-Hung Hands by Brian Allen Carr

Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls by Alissa Nutting

Two Dollar Radio
The Orange Eats Creeps by Grace Krilanovich

Underland Press
Last Days by Brian Evenson

For classic surrealism, absurdism, etc. along with works in translation, check out Exact Change, Open Letter, and Dedalus.

And if you’re a Lazy Fascist reader or anyone else who’s looking to check out bizarro for the first time, here are a handful of titles I recommend to get your feet wet:

The Best Bizarro Fiction of the Decade (featuring Aimee Bender, Joe R. Lansdale, Alissa Nutting, Bentley Little, Ben Loory, and over thirty other writers)

We Live Inside You by Jeremy Robert Johnson

By the Time We Leave Here, We’ll Be Friends by J. David Osborne

Haunt by Laura Lee Bahr

Introducing Witch Piss, American Monster, and The Door That Faced West

14 Feb

We are proud to present our first releases of 2014. They are:

WitchPissfinalcoverWITCH PISS BY SAM PINK

The most essential minimalist author of the 21st century returns with his most harrowing masterpiece yet!

I noticed it was beginning to get dark. And for a couple seconds, it was scary-like that meant the world was breaking, or expired, or bruised,

And I wondered if the direction I was going went down into the digestive system or up out of it. Wondered what difference it made. There was a bug hovering over a small pool of ice cream on the sidewalk. Like a firefly, but it wasn’t a firefly. And I could’ve stepped on it and killed it. But I didn’t. Be thankful, little bug. For in my world, you are just a little bug.or something worse. It was really scary for a couple seconds but then I calmed down. Up above, the moonlit clouds looked rippled, like the ribcage of some giant thing digesting me.

Click here to order Witch Piss.

the door that faced westTHE DOOR THAT FACED WEST BY ALAN M. CLARK

A bloody, neo-pulp western with the moral compass of Camus, this is the latest novel from celebrated artist Alan M. Clark.

In the beginning of the nineteenth century, the two murderous Harpe brothers, loyal to one another but violently at odds, go on a year-long killing spree in the American frontier, dragging with them the three wives they share between them; women who form a triangle of dependency, loyalty, jealousy, hatred, betrayal, and love.

Click here to order The Door That Faced West.


A deeply original post-apocalyptic novel. Like William S. Burroughs set in Philip K. Dick’s California.

- Mommy? Are you there?

- Norma?

- Is everything all right?

- Everything’s fine. I just want to go home is all.

- Where are you?

- I already told you.

- Tell me again.

- Outside a pharmacy on the coast. It’s almost dawn and I’m barefoot.

- Barefoot?

- I don’t know if he’s the guy.

- When you find the guy, you can come home.

- I know. It’s just, the longer I’m here the more it…

- it hurts?

- And it’s just that we dropped I don’t know how many pills. Couldn’t you just come get me? You can drop me back, okay? I just need a break. I’d like to see

to hold, to touch, to have

to be

In the beginning, KALI I8 created Norma (a network operation requiring minimal access) with a singular goal: bring back the horn of the perfect male.

Spill City: the coast of a near-future California, newly broken from the continental United States. In a temporary calm between storms, Norma combs the exposed intestines of the human world for the Guy. The Guy, the horn, is the only way home. If home exists. If home ever existed.

The longer Norma stays, the harder it is to remember.

She is a woman, a mother, a harbinger, a vessel, a tool, a program. She can be written and unwritten over and over again until something, someone, sticks.

And people, humans, are starting to stick.

Mommy is not pleased.

Click here to order American Monster.

New Lazy Fascist books now available on Kindle!

6 Dec

Just in time for the holidays, we’ve released Kindle editions of many of our newest and most popular titles.

The Laughter of Strangers by Michael J Seidlinger

Motherfucking Sharks by Brian Allen Carr

Basal Ganglia by Matthew Revert

The Collected Works of Scott McClanahan Vol. I by Scott McClanahan

The Collected Works of Noah Cicero Vol. I by Noah Cicero

Zombie Sharks with Metal Teeth by Stephen Graham Jones

The Humble Assessment by Kris Saknussemm

Gil the Nihilist: A Sitcom by Sean Kilpatrick

Colony Collapse by J. A. Tyler

The Devil in Kansas by David Ohle

Also now available for the Kindle: 2 Eraserhead Press anthologies edited by Lazy Fascist editor Cameron Pierce and featuring stories by many Lazy Fascist authors – In Heaven, Everything Is Fine: Fiction Inspired by David Lynch and The Best Bizarro Fiction of the Decade.

Announcing Lazy Fascist Review

20 Nov


Lazy Fascist Review is a biannual print literary journal offering a home for fiction that slips through the cracks. We like our stories weird and a little fucked up, with sentences that cut like knives. We want to enjoy our fiction like we enjoy our beer, so every story we publish will be accompanied by a recommended beer pairing. We’re particularly IPA fans. That said, no floral prose, please.

The best way to get a sense of what we’re looking for is to peruse the Lazy Fascist Press catalog, but to give you a broader sense of our taste, here’s an incomplete list of some writers we admire:

Kathy Acker, Donald Barthelme, Aimee Bender, Kate Bernheimer, Ryan Boudinot, Richard Brautigan, Trinie Dalton, Russell Edson, Elizabeth Ellen, Brian Evenson, Amelia Gray, Barry Hannah, Tove Jansson, Denis Johnson, Roy Kesey , Grace Krilanovich, Joe R. Lansdale, Thomas Ligotti, Kelly Link, Ben Loory, Ben Marcus, Alissa Nutting, Bruno Schulz, Diane Williams.

If in doubt, please send it along. We aim to surprise our readers and have published everything from postmodern horror to historical fiction, books about boxing and flying sharks. In addition to short fiction, we’ll publish poetry from time to time. Every issue features book and beer reviews, interviews with leading contemporary authors, and everything you ever wanted to know about fish but were afraid to ask (we’re not kidding, we know a lot about fish).

Submission Guidelines:

Payment: $50 per story. $10 for up to four poems

Word Count: 500 to 10,000 words.

Please submit one story or up to four poems at a time in a single RTF file to Interview pitches, completed book and beer reviews, and anything else you think might interest us may also be sent to this address.

Simultaneous submissions are encouraged. If your piece is accepted elsewhere, just let us know.

Responses: Allow eight weeks before querying about the status of your story. Please understand that because our staff is slight in number, we will be unable to provide feedback on your work.

Reviews: If you have a title you would like considered for review, please contact for a mailing address. Due to limited space in each issue, reviews are not guaranteed.

Fall 2013 Releases: Motherfucking Sharks, Basal Ganglia, and The Laughter of Strangers

6 Nov

Motherfucking Sharks by Brian Allen Carr


“Motherfucking Sharks reads like it was carved into the floor of a sun-baked desert by an old testament prophet with a thirsty knife.” – BEN LOORY, author of Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day

Where I come from, the children sing a song:

Oh the motherfucking sharks
Oh they’re gonna come to town
Oh they’re gonna kill the babies
Oh they’re gonna make you drowned in your blood

Oh the motherfucking sharks
Oh they’re gonna mince the flesh
They’re gonna swim up and surround you
Don’t you know you’ll never pass the test it’s over

Oh the motherfucking sharks
Oh they don’t care about the gods
And they don’t care about the families
And they don’t care about the cries or tears they’re killers.

Motherfucking sharks
Motherfucking sharks
Motherfucking sharks
Motherfucking sharks

Click here to order Motherfucking Sharks.

Basal Ganglia by Matthew Revert

Basal Ganglia jacket“Basal Ganglia casts an unsettling spell, but one that in its aphoristic intensity and lightning-flash insights into human loneliness and connection, achieves a genuine empathic wisdom.” – SERGIO DE LA PAVA, author of A Naked Singularity

“Matthew Revert is one of the visionaries. What else can you say?” – SCOTT MCCLANAHAN, author ofHill William and Crapalachia

As teenagers, two lovers, Rollo and Ingrid, escape the world as it is known to live underground in a sprawling pillow fort that mirrors the structure of the human brain. Construction of the fort takes 25 years and once complete, their life exists to honor the fort in all it requires. Basal Ganglia begins countless years after they have become enslaved to the fort process. Rollo and Ingrid have lost any connection to their pasts and each other. Nothing exists beyond the patterns required by the fort. In an effort to become more than stasis, Ingrid expresses her desire to have a baby. Not wanting to subject another human to their strange world, she decides she will knit the baby using materials Rollo gathers from the fort. The emergence of this baby leads to paranoia between Rollo and Ingrid with both believing the other means the child harm. Within the confines of their cloistered world, the two engage in psychological warfare, desperately searching for a conclusion they don’t understand. As a result, they will find connection with their past, each other and the true nature of their identities.

Click here to order Basal Ganglia.

laughter-of-strangers-3-100dpiThe Laughter of Strangers by Michael J. Seidlinger

“Like a ghost fretting over its lost body (or is it bodies? – in this book whatever you think of as ‘you’ might simply float like a butterfly right into someone else’s body) a boxer attests to his presence, damaged and shimmery though it may be. That this fractured first person narrator feels the need to put the word ‘me’ in quotes speaks volumes. Terrifying volumes. This elastic, hurtling narrative pivots (and pivots again) on a recurring image of almost unimaginable dread – that of being laughed at in your hour of need by an audience of strangers.”
-Grace Krilanovich, author of The Orange Eats Creeps

“Michael J. Seidlinger’s The Laughter of Strangers is vicious and unforgettable. Willem Floures’ search for meaning in a world that keeps knocking him off his feet is as gritty and enthralling as a fight. The Laughter of Strangers destroyed my expectations of what a boxing novel can be. Seidlinger is charting new narrative territory, and we should follow him wherever he goes.”

-Laura van den Berg, author of The Isle of Youth 

“The last time I got punched in the face (by someone I wasn’t married to or dating) I was 16 years old. What began as an exchange of witty banter, turned into a pummeling. Never make jokes about a man’s mother enjoying the erotic companionship of goats, or you’ll find out about this world. The Laughter of Strangers is like that beating. I never trust people who use a middle initial, but Michael J Seidlinger is different. If the Laughter of Strangershad a middle initial it would be an F. And that F would stand for ‘Fuck yes.’ I’m on my back. I’m having my behavior corrected. It’s teaching me a lesson. And I can see stars.”

-Scott McClanahan, author of Crapalachia“Steeped in noir, Michael J Seidlinger’s superb boxing novel delivers 12 rounds of sweet science and shifting identities. Both physical and philosophical, it’ll leave the reader with a complicated bruise – the closer you examine it, the more it resembles your own face.”
-Jeff Jackson, author of Mira Corpora


That’s a name I built from the ground up. I wasn’t the first to systematically climb the ranks, beating the sugar out of everyone I had known to be inferior, leaving only the sour taste of defeat, my claim forever being:

“I am the greatest!”

I can still hear it now. In the silence of this locker room, blood drying on my face, I can still hear those words.

And I was. I was the greatest.














And then a voice says, “‘Sugar’… you are no longer sweet with the science.”

Click here to order The Laughter of Strangers.


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