The Sarah Book by Scott McClanahan
Fiction. Published by Tyrant Books.
“Scott McClanahan writes like Walt Whitman and Barry Hannah had a love child who grew up addicted to speed and porn and The History Channel. I’ve never read anything with so much wide-armed, grief-stricken love inside descriptions of strip clubs and drug deals and excrement and road kill and drunkenness and child neglect. I feel like there’s almost no way to describe the book, it’s so packed—like McClanahan flung his arms open and gathered all the objects and people and emotions in his world, then compressed them into three-hundred thousand tiny quivering black marks, each one ready to explode with the slightest touch. I can’t come up with a single adjective to capture the multiplicity of emotions I experienced as a reader, so I’ll just say that The Sarah Book is a crazy heartbreaking surprising sad delicious desperate horrifying hilarious ride.” –Jamie Quatro, I Want To Show You More
Fiction. Published by Tyrant Books.
“Scott McClanahan writes like Walt Whitman and Barry Hannah had a love child who grew up addicted to speed and porn and The History Channel. I’ve never read anything with so much wide-armed, grief-stricken love inside descriptions of strip clubs and drug deals and excrement and road kill and drunkenness and child neglect. I feel like there’s almost no way to describe the book, it’s so packed—like McClanahan flung his arms open and gathered all the objects and people and emotions in his world, then compressed them into three-hundred thousand tiny quivering black marks, each one ready to explode with the slightest touch. I can’t come up with a single adjective to capture the multiplicity of emotions I experienced as a reader, so I’ll just say that The Sarah Book is a crazy heartbreaking surprising sad delicious desperate horrifying hilarious ride.” –Jamie Quatro, I Want To Show You More
Fiction. Published by Tyrant Books.
“Scott McClanahan writes like Walt Whitman and Barry Hannah had a love child who grew up addicted to speed and porn and The History Channel. I’ve never read anything with so much wide-armed, grief-stricken love inside descriptions of strip clubs and drug deals and excrement and road kill and drunkenness and child neglect. I feel like there’s almost no way to describe the book, it’s so packed—like McClanahan flung his arms open and gathered all the objects and people and emotions in his world, then compressed them into three-hundred thousand tiny quivering black marks, each one ready to explode with the slightest touch. I can’t come up with a single adjective to capture the multiplicity of emotions I experienced as a reader, so I’ll just say that The Sarah Book is a crazy heartbreaking surprising sad delicious desperate horrifying hilarious ride.” –Jamie Quatro, I Want To Show You More