Reading Jesse Bullington’s latest, The Folly of the World, and picked up his second book, The Enterprise of Death, today.
He may well be mad. His prose is pretty dirty, but it’s damn interesting. Folly of the World is like punk baroque; it flops around at times, but the whole effect is compelling. I’d recommend it, but with the caveat of beware reading a book narrated by a drunk British football hooligan.