Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Pre-Order: Baby Leg by Brian Evenson from Tyrant Books

Only 400 copies, signed and bloody, at $30, this won't last long. Here's the slip:

In the fall of 2009, The New York Tyrant launches its book arm TYRANT BOOKS with Baby Leg, a limited edition novella by Brian Evenson. Each copy of this collectible will be signed and numbered. Brian will also be dipping his writing hands in blood or some bloodlike substance, handling and fingerprinting the covers to make each copy truly unique.

About Baby Leg
Imagine having recurring nightmares of a woman who has one normal leg and one baby leg, and then waking up to wonder if today will be the day when they—whoever “they” are—find you and kill you. Unless you’re missing the point. Maybe “they” already have “you” and the world is a great deal more grotesque than you could ever imagine. Film noir collides with virtual worlds in this dark and strange novella that only Brian Evenson could have written. Illustrated by Eric Hanson.

Review from Blake Butler
Via a series of sparely rendered dream loops, each wormed so deep into the other that it is no longer safe to say which might be which, Baby Leg extends the already wide mind-belt of Brian Evenson’s terror parade another mile, and well beyond. Those familiar with the Evensonian memory fractals, his freak-noir theaters, and his fetish for leagues of amputees, will find herein not only another puzzle box to nuzzle in its reader’s memory long after the book is closed, but as well enough blood and fearlight and paranoia to make Kafka or Hitchcock seem a foundling. "Who am I?" our narrator, Kraus asks, among Baby Leg’s endless questionings, its barrage. "Where am I?" “What is it?” “And now?” Thereafter, through the magicked wrath of Evenson’s dream speaking, from each of these questions birth more questions, and more questions, on and on, creating around the reader a glassy lockbox much like the one we find, we think, our Kraus, poor thing, inside.

First Paragraph
Night after night, Kraus dreamt of a woman with a normal leg and a baby leg. In the dream, she clomped about on her adult-sized knee and the baby leg, wielding an axe, lurching. He kept watching her pass, yawing with each step. He would hear her first, the thud of the knee and the soft slap of the baby foot, and then see her come by, slow and off-kilter, the sound of her slowly fading. He couldn't move, not even his eyes. He had to lie there, listening to his own breathing, until he heard her coming back. She kept coming and going, until finally, shaken, he managed to wake up.


Justin Sirois said...

I don't think I've ever hit the "pay" button so fast in my life. Thanks for the post, Josh.

Josh Maday said...

I know exactly what you mean, Justin. I'm curious what price would have caused me to hesitate.