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| The Book of Fuck (Paperback - New) |
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Full blurb:
Written by the author in real time over six days and seven nights while facing eviction, The Book of Fuck is a short, sharp, pun-addled pulp fiction pastiche where the absurd underworld of music - and reality itself - is exaggerated to new dimensions. Following the frantic movements of a rock fan on the trail of America's public enemy number one, The Book of Fuck is a buckled break-neck rant let loose at punk rock speed. Literature doesn’t come much blacker than this.
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First page first lines:
It has to start somewhere, so it may as well start here. Right at the top of the page. The desk sergeant handed me my shoelaces.
"If I ever see you back around here again, so help me God..."
He was London-Irish and had been on the job too long, a thick-necked, low-IQ hard cunt just like the rest of this capital's sorry-ass police farce. It takes a certain type of person to join up and I was proud of the fact that I knew I wasn't one of them. Too intelligent, too sensitive...
A tuft of hair sprouted from beneath his starched collar and I wondered how he knew where to stop when he was shaving. I bent down to thread the laces through the eyelets in my shoes.
"Don't worry chief, I've given up the drink."
"Don't bullshit me."
"I'm not," I said. "Those days are over."
"Get out of here."
I straightened myself up and smoothed my hair back into place. I thought I was going to puke, but I sure as hell wasn't going to show it. Not to him, the uneducated pig fuck.
"Keep smiling sweet cheeks," I said, heading for the door. "Same time next week?"
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Category: Novel
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Author: Ben Myers
Ben Myers interviews himself:
Q: Where do you live?
A: Peckham, London, UK.
Q: Tell me about your new novel.
A: It's called The Missing Kidney and will be published in 2008. It's about tarmac, Latino bongo players and grilled fish, but not exclusively.
Q: What is your greatest extravagance?
A: Shoes. I've acquired five pairs of them in the past month. The latest were today, which I lifted from a pile of clothes dumped outside a charity shop. Brown leather ankle boot brogues. Then I felt guilty, so I posted a £5 note through the letterbox as payment.
Q: Have you ever been arrested?
A: Yes.
Q: Do you believe in God?
A: Yes. No. Or maybe…‘Yo’?
Q: I bet you have a blog.
A: Yip: benmyersmanofletters.blogspot.com.
Q: What was the last thing you put in your mouth?
A: Welsh rarebit.
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Publisher: Wrecking Ball Press
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Reviews:
Ben Myers has the imagination of a lovable serial killer, his writing will fill you with love and scare you to shit." - Kelly Jones, Stereophonics
"Something odd but irresistible that's both poetry and prose... yet neither one nor the other." - Time Out
“One of our best rock n roll writers… he makes you want to form a band or make a noise.” – John Robb
"In a world of scrubbed-up pop-star tossers, the counter culture still burns fiercely." -
City Life
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| Book code: BTD013 |
| Price: GBP £ 10.95 |
| USD $ 18.00 |
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