Of it, others have said:
Told in a style unlike any other—a dazzling prose-poetry-comedy like some jackdaw Professor of Everything colliding fragments of ancient myth, world culture and modern ephemera into a multi-coloured verbal collage—Giant Slugs is startlingly, refreshingly original and more than a mere novelty.
—Michael Kelly, author of Ulrich Haarbürste’s Novel of Roy Orbison in Cling Film
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“I admire A D Jameson to the point of being disturbed by him.”
—Gabriel Gudding, author of Rhode Island Notebook and A Defense of Poetry
From the back cover:
“I lay down and snuggled my way back underneath the afghan, munching on my chubby ape doll’s leafy bittersweet ears. I slept; I dreamt no more. But I never regained the bazaars or resumed the sand chase, and I never embarked on the one-year trip befitting my noble blood. For that night, while I dozed, great Uruk, my home, was invaded by giant slugs.”
Exiled, ousted, put out by those oozing outsized interlopers, denied his true inheritance, his due kingly crown—so begins this epicene narrator’s epichorial wanderings (part epicrisis, part epicedium) in this largely silly, slightly filthy, pun-laden Epicurean retelling of the ages-old Epic of Gilgamesh.
A few excerpts have meanwhile appeared in journals:
- Action, Yes: “The Walls of Uruk” (from Chapter 1, “The Walls of Uruk”);
- elimae: “Death Summit” (from Chapter 10, “Black Hunger”);
- The Collagist: “Dar Williams” (from Chapter 11, “A Drink at the Twilight Ale House”) (forthcoming).
Giant Slugs will be available through Lawrence and Gibson, Amazon, and elsewhere. Thanks in advance to everyone who checks it out!
(And special thanks to Stephanie Nadeau, who provided the cover image, and Shane Fairhall, who did the design.)