"The Novel of Bullshit is dead."
Those were the words of praise Thomas Pynchon heaped on Rudy Wurlitzer's debut novel, Nog, published in 1969.
As if that wasn't enough of an endorsement, a few weeks ago I got a copy in the mail. After scanning the back, I had to read the synopsis out loud to my girlfriend: Nog tells the tale of a man adrift in the American West, armed with nothing more than his own three pencil-thin memories and an octopus in a bathysphere.
I can't remember the last time I've read a synopsis that good, so beautiful in its simplicity.
The book didn't disappoint. Wurlitzer's prose meanders wildly but remains imminently readable. It’s a fascinating narrative that challenges your preconceived ideas on how a story can be built.
That's such a funny sounding news update for our site. I felt like Crazy Eddie typing it. But well, it's true. We're moving some great items here and this sale will continue while supplies last.
Postcards From The Future: The Chuck Palahniuk Documentary (DVD) was originally $25.
.... it's now only $15.
All Tshirts in our Store are now marked at $12, with the exception of Snuff and Pygmy tour shirts which are now marked down to $10.
Items will begin shipping as early as tomorrow. If you have any questions about shipping, sizing, etc, you can either post them here or contact us at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I did it. I popped my Lansdale cherry. I know a people or three that love them some Lansdale, but I had never experienced the man for myself. Unless you count the film Bubba Ho-Tep, which was based on his short story, but that was more like letting Lansdale feel me up in the back of a car. There was also that stage production of By Bizarre Hands, which I saw in a small Long Island playhouse with the man himself in attendance, but I’d consider that third base at the most. Other than that, I swear, I’ve never done this before. This is my first time.
Let the right one slip in
And when at last it does
I'd say you were within your rights to bite
The right one and say, "what kept you so long?"
Quentino Tarantino, whose new film "Inglorious Basterds" hits theatres on August 21st, has just compiled a six minute video for Sky Films in which he lists his Favorite 20 Films of the past 17 years. Why 17 years? Because 1992 is when Tarantino began directing and these are the films he admires most since then.
I tend not to post about 'Fight Club' movie screenings much anymore. They happen so frequently, in every state, that it just doesn't seem that important to stay on top of. But this screening in particular, is pretty cool. 'Fight Club' will be shown at the Hollywood Outdoor Cinema on August 21st, at 7:30pm. Here are some of the events that will go with it:
A short conversation between my girlfriend and I concerning The Compleat Motherfucker-
Me: I thought complete was spelled l-e-t-e.
GF: It is.
Me: So what’s this word?
Me: That’s not a real word.
GF: Sure it is.
Me: Then what the hell does it mean?
GF: (Checking iPhone) Kom-plee-ot. Having all parts or elements; lacking nothing; whole; entire.
Me: That’s the definition of complete.
GF: (Smiling) I know.
Author. Surfer. Skier. Survivor. Norman Ollestad has done quite a lot in his life already. On February 19, 1979, he was 11-years-old, traveling from Santa Monica airport into Big Bear to retrieve a skiing trophy he had won the day before. Along for the ride were his father, his father's girlfriend, Sandra, and the pilot of the small, chartered Cessna.