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Motherfucking Sharks by Brian Allen Carr

8 Jan

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Winner of the Wonderland Book Award for Best Novel

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.

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Praise for Motherfucking Sharks

“One of the greatest things I have put in my brain.” – BOOK RIOT

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

“Delightfully subversive.” – Barnes & Noble Book Blog

“Motherfucking Sharks sucks you in and, like the shark’s razor sharp teeth, digs deeply inside your flesh and leaves you gasping in panic and fear till the very end.” – The Next Best Book Blog

“Brian Allen Carr’s Motherfucking Sharks drops on us like the fin of God.” – Sundog Lit

Additional Reviews and Information

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Heavy Feather Review
An excerpt from Motherfucking Sharks at Juked
An interview with Brian Allen Carr at Hobart

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The Shape of Every Monster Yet to Come by Brian Allen Carr

8 Jan

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The darkest, most harrowing work yet from the award-winning author of The Last Horror Novel in the History of the World.

Listen to the Shape of Every Monster mixtape at Electric Literature.
The Shape of Every Monster Yet to Come reviewed in The Monitor.

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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.

 

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.

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

6 Nov

Motherfucking Sharks by Brian Allen Carr

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“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

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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

‘SUGAR’ WILLEM FLOURES

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.

JAB

LEFT HOOK

JAB

LEFT HOOK

RIGHT HOOK

JAB

STRAIGHT

TO THE BODY:

JAB

JAB

POWER SHOT STRAIGHT

POWER SHOT STRAIGHT

UPPERCUT

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

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