a gold version of beloved autobot weakling bumblebee that i'll probably sell for at best $15 on ebay is sunbathing on the lamer of these two editions. my second book on vitriol. still love the title and the alternate layout for this (a limited "corpsepile" run, hand-bound and beaten/scraped-up by me and my way-too-patient friend amanda), but i haven't revisited it since and seriously have no idea what it's about. i was pretty into cronenberg's "shivers" and "rabid" at the time. the synopsis says:
The summer of ’75. The world struggles to endure an affliction that has transformed half its citizenry into frenzied deviants. Major metropolitan areas have been (poorly) quarantined, as the afflicted—and their even more depraved counterparts, the unsound—roam freely. In Philadelphia, a cultish grassroots organization aims to salvage some shred of humanity until a cure is discovered, but its motivations are dubious. No solution is in sight. It’s unclear as to whether anybody even cares anymore.
The Gall family is among the countless irreparably marred by the phenomenon, from embittered patriarch Walter to his sons, one an emotionally absent narcissist, the other foolishly entertaining a pregnancy with his afflicted fiancée. Trapped in a protracted purgatorial transition between societies, the Galls have no recourse but to persevere. Whether that means investigating the malady’s legitimacy, fixating on old regrets or succumbing to gruesome indulgence, all fail to recognize that the differences between their past and lurid present are negligible.
i didn't even read what i just pasted. why is that? i'll let you know when i finally consult a long-long-overdue shrink. OH WAIT, there's a BOOK TRAILER for this. i would be more bummed because, you know, book trailer, but my friend lucas cut it super-well, and my friend shane's band playing enemy let me borrow some exceptionally diabolical music. i wish i had something more interesting to say about this. i hope it's good or something?