This is a book. It contains words. Those words describe people, places, things, and activities. What the words in the book describe seems to fall into a few different threads, which don't really seem to have any meaningful connection to each other. There is roughly no tension in the book, if it were a person I'd describe it as having "flat affect," nothing really goes anywhere and anything that might have had any meaning or point disappears like farts in the wind.
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Ohio by Stephen Markley
This is not a happy novel. I mean, you probably wouldn't expect a novel set in dying-small-town Ohio to be happy, but this novel convey...

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Oh, gawds, this novel starts as a bit of a mess and wraps up like someone who read too much Naturalistic fiction and decided to go with no...
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This is a surprisingly good thrillerish crime novel--there are elements of twisty whodunit mystery at play, and interesting layers of inno...
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I read this in a coffee shop this afternoon. Like so many other people I owe bigolas dickolas wolfwood a deep debt of gratitude, this book...
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