We are so not sure how we missed the actual release of As a Machine and Parts by the Caleb J. Ross here,
but we did. Like really missed it. We also read it and blurbed it and we are happy
to report that it changed our lives. We believe it may just change your
life as well. So please do hit that. Like now. Well done.
"There was once a Marvel comic book called "What if..." and in it Uatu
the Watcher, a bald sage-like character with an enormous head spun
speculative tales of alternative versions of the Marvel Universe you
thought you knew. With As a Machine & Parts Caleb J. Ross
continues to stake his claim as his generation's Watcher, which should
not be construed as a commentary on his beautiful, yet clearly fake head
of hair, but instead as an observation about the scope of his
imagination and his ongoing vision of what the world can be, might be
and just maybe will be if Ross has anything to say about it."
Mel Bosworth is love. Or more accurately maybe, the Bosworth's new book Grease Stains, Kismet and Maternal Wisdom is love, getting it, longing for it, searching for it, recognizing what a fluke it is, but wanting it anyway, even as you know you could lose it any time, because nothing is better, happier, yet still filled with dread, hate and fear, though even then there is magic, and sex, lots of sweaty awesome sex, that you're not even sure when or how it will come, but that's okay, because there is magic, and magic realism, and is there any better reason for magic realism to even exist then to try and describe love, something you're writing even as your experiencing it, something Mel does here so wonderfully, the awe and passion and wonder, always wonder, because love is ultimately about wonder, well that and hope, and okay, celebration, its everything maybe, love is everything. And Mel Bosworth is love. For real.
