B C Edwards

“His narratives are self-contained, insisting on their own weird realities, while feeding off the ailments of our own. Death-happy newsmen, love-racked zombies, doppelgängers hired by advertisers to draw a crowd’s attention—once fleshed out, such far-out premises are imbued with a sad humanity. Like a trail of blood, each wrests us away from ourselves toward the inner life of another. And even when that mystery seems unknowable, we continue to be led by its pull.” – The Believer

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