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Books
THE OVERWHELMING URGE
Eraserhead Press, February 2008
BUY:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Powell's
Praise:
"LOADED with humor that at times had me laughing out loud." Nick Cato, The Horror Fiction Review
"If you like weird stories, you'll have fun with this." Jordan Krall, author of Piecemeal June
"These shorts roll over the reader, drawing a haplessly logical audience further from shore or any other recognizable reference point." Jennifer Barnes, Raw Dog Screaming Press
"[A] brilliant book." D.W. Green
"This book is... Kharms on acid. This book is really, really fucking cool." Ash Lomen
"Mutants, multiple stories of people taking dumps, and enough absurdity to choke Andre Breton." Jess Gulbranson
THE BIZARRO STARTER KIT
Bizarro Books
Featuring stories and short novels by: Steve Aylett, Ray Fracalossy, Eckhard Gerdes, Mykle Hansen, Jordan Krall, Andersen Prunty, Tony Rauch, Bradley Sands, Jeremy C. Shipp, and Christian TeBordo
BUY:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Powell's
COMING IN JULY 2008
JACK AND MR. GRIN
Description: Jack Orange is a twentysomething guy who works at a place called The Tent packing dirt in boxes and shipping them off to exotic, unheard of locales. He thinks about his girlfriend, Gina Black, and the ring he hopes to surprise her with. But when he returns home one day, Gina isn’t there. He receives a strange call from a man who sounds like he is smiling—Mr. Grin. He says he has Gina. He gives Jack twenty- four hours to find her.
What follows is Jack’s bizarre journey through an increasingly warped and surreal landscape where an otherworldy force burns brands into those he comes in contact with, trains appear out of thin air, rooms turn themselves inside out and computers are powered by birds. And if he does find Gina, how will he ever survive a grueling battle to the death with Mr. Grin?
ADVANCE PRAISE:
"When Mr. Grin calls you can hear a smile in his voice. Not a warm and friendly smile, but the kind that seizes your spine in fear. You don't need to pay your phone bill to hear it. That smile is in every line of Prunty's prose." Tom Bradley, author of Lemur
COMING IN AUGUST 2008
ZEROSTRATA
Description: After ten years, Hansel Nothing returns to his boyhood home, unable to remember anything that has happened to him since he left. Back home, he stays in Zerostrata, a treehouse in the backyard. The nothing family is as dysfunctional and depressed as ever. His mother keeps a cat on her head and incessantly munches prescription medication. His father has left the house to pursue a career as a superhero. His brother has become a shut-in, brooding in the darkened basement. Hansel realizes, after a life of sadness, a life only half-remembered, the only thing he wants is for himself and his family to be happy. But what type of bizarre world must he enter to obtain this happiness?
COMING SPRING 2009 from Bad Moon Books
THE SORROW KING
"These are the names of the clouds. These are the names of the dead."
Discussion
If you have read my short story collection, THE OVERWHELMING URGE, you should go to Bizarro Central and join in the discussion about which stories are your favorite. Or, if you hated them all, you could share that as well.
Talking Back to the Clouds
Hello. I just wanted to say a quick thank you to the people who have scored THE OVERWHELMING URGE. I was pretty sure my mom was the only person who would buy it and, come to think of it, I GAVE her a copy. Without readers, writing things is kind of like that tree that fell in the forest without anyone around. Yeah, you know what I'm trying to say. So, thanks!
Kevin L. Donihe's HOUSE OF HOUSES
Kevin L. Donihe's latest book, HOUSE OF HOUSES, is a super cool, super fun book. You can read my review of it (and buy a copy) HERE.
Andy vs. Tree or, Put Your Arms Down Tree Or You Will Fall Like The Rest Of Them
This weekend, I decided to saw down a tree limb because it was loud. It extends from the backyard all the way to the house where it scrapes on the eave right outside the office window. It’s hard enough to concentrate over the sirens, booming bass, gunshots, screams of terror, barking of 1000 dogs, fireworks, and motorcycles. The tree limb had to go. So I set out with an antique wooden ladder, an electric chainsaw (yeah, I know, it’s the pansy chainsaw, okay), a fear of heights, and a questionable sense of balance. Gretchen, my wife, was my spotter, the assumption being that if I gored myself she could hopefully call 911 before I bled to death. I’ve never used a chainsaw before.
The limb loomed over a phone line (I think it was the phone line. It didn’t shock me when I touched it.) and people had mentioned things like ropes, preplanning and various other frills that hold no luster for me. I immediately began chainsawing at the limb. I’m a weak, pathetic man so this was hard work. The limb began to fall on the phone line. I know the phone company, as all major corporations will, would leap at the chance to fuck me in the ass and, as the limb descended to rest on the line, I could already feel them probing my rectum. This part of the limb had previously been too high for me to reach even with the ladder. Now that was not so. My intention was to run over to this section of the limb with the ladder and the chainsaw and saw it away before it could drag everything down. But the chainsaw was stuck. I think it has something to do with physics. I’m a halfwit and know very little about physics. I was left with a toothless hacksaw and a pair of hedge clippers. These would have to do. I made Gretchen hold up the limb despite her protestations about "sore arms" and "losing feeling."
Meanwhile, various thugs and deadbeats drove/skulked by, laughing it up. Fuck you all. If we were Amish, you would be so fucking shunned.
I was furious and hot. I had to doff my sweater in a fit of rage. I sawed/hacked for about an hour. Finally, I was able to saw it enough to get the hedge clippers around it and chop it before the phone line could come snaking down. Then we managed to tear the main limb away and free the chainsaw. The day was saved. No one was gored although Gretchen still cannot feel her arms. I wish we had taken pictures.
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In other news, I have recently reviewed Tom Bradley’s book LEMUR. Bradley Sands and I have been discussing a tentative project to be called BRADLEY SANDS IS A DICK. You can read more about it here. I just realized I need to meet more people with "Bradley" somewhere in their name. Oh, also, I’ve been thinking about changing this blog from its eye searing blue color scheme to the ever popular black. What do you think?
The limb loomed over a phone line (I think it was the phone line. It didn’t shock me when I touched it.) and people had mentioned things like ropes, preplanning and various other frills that hold no luster for me. I immediately began chainsawing at the limb. I’m a weak, pathetic man so this was hard work. The limb began to fall on the phone line. I know the phone company, as all major corporations will, would leap at the chance to fuck me in the ass and, as the limb descended to rest on the line, I could already feel them probing my rectum. This part of the limb had previously been too high for me to reach even with the ladder. Now that was not so. My intention was to run over to this section of the limb with the ladder and the chainsaw and saw it away before it could drag everything down. But the chainsaw was stuck. I think it has something to do with physics. I’m a halfwit and know very little about physics. I was left with a toothless hacksaw and a pair of hedge clippers. These would have to do. I made Gretchen hold up the limb despite her protestations about "sore arms" and "losing feeling."
Meanwhile, various thugs and deadbeats drove/skulked by, laughing it up. Fuck you all. If we were Amish, you would be so fucking shunned.
I was furious and hot. I had to doff my sweater in a fit of rage. I sawed/hacked for about an hour. Finally, I was able to saw it enough to get the hedge clippers around it and chop it before the phone line could come snaking down. Then we managed to tear the main limb away and free the chainsaw. The day was saved. No one was gored although Gretchen still cannot feel her arms. I wish we had taken pictures.
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In other news, I have recently reviewed Tom Bradley’s book LEMUR. Bradley Sands and I have been discussing a tentative project to be called BRADLEY SANDS IS A DICK. You can read more about it here. I just realized I need to meet more people with "Bradley" somewhere in their name. Oh, also, I’ve been thinking about changing this blog from its eye searing blue color scheme to the ever popular black. What do you think?
Review Copies of JACK & MR. GRIN
My next book from Eraserhead Press is called Jack and Mr. Grin. It is scheduled for a July release. If you would be interested in reviewing this (even if it’s just for Amazon or Barnes & Noble.com) send me an email with your shipping information to andersenprunty@yahoo.com and I’ll get one out to you as soon as it’s available.
Here’s a description of the book:
Jack Orange is a twentysomething guy who works at a place called The Tent packing dirt in boxes and shipping them off to exotic, unheard of locales. He thinks about his girlfriend, Gina Black, and the ring he hopes to surprise her with. But when he returns home one day, Gina isn’t there. He receives a strange call from a man who sounds like he is smiling—Mr. Grin. He says he has Gina. He gives Jack twenty- four hours to find her.
What follows is Jack’s bizarre journey through an increasingly warped and surreal landscape where an otherworldy force burns brands into those he comes in contact with, trains appear out of thin air, rooms turn themselves inside out and computers are powered by birds. And if he does find Gina, how will he ever survive a grueling battle to the death with Mr. Grin?
Thanks!
Andy
Here’s a description of the book:
Jack Orange is a twentysomething guy who works at a place called The Tent packing dirt in boxes and shipping them off to exotic, unheard of locales. He thinks about his girlfriend, Gina Black, and the ring he hopes to surprise her with. But when he returns home one day, Gina isn’t there. He receives a strange call from a man who sounds like he is smiling—Mr. Grin. He says he has Gina. He gives Jack twenty- four hours to find her.
What follows is Jack’s bizarre journey through an increasingly warped and surreal landscape where an otherworldy force burns brands into those he comes in contact with, trains appear out of thin air, rooms turn themselves inside out and computers are powered by birds. And if he does find Gina, how will he ever survive a grueling battle to the death with Mr. Grin?
Thanks!
Andy
Sunruined
My short story, "Sunruined," appears in Issue 4 of Black Ink Horror. This digest has received nothing but praise, especially for fans of "hardcore" horror (although my story is more like "softcore"). This issue is limited to 110 copies and you can preorder it by clicking HERE. Now I think I’m going to White Castle and get some burgers to shove in my face hole. I wish Satan had White Castle boxes for hooves. Then he would be even more evil.
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