a gem-encrusted sarcophagus of epic memoir

I’m doing you all a favor right now by letting you in on the chance of pre-ordering of Max G Morton’s new book, Looking For The Magic. It ships next week & there are only 400 copies. I’ve written about Max in the past, on here several times and an article for Street Carnage. He is one of my favorite writers + friends in existence and I mean it with all my heart that you need to buy this NOW. Max’s books sell out, and sell out fast and once you have this in your hands you’re going to be kicking yourself for missing all his other novels. For those of you too lazy to click over, I’m posting the brief synopsis here. Get into it.

Max Morton is a guru of the murderous American underbelly, and Looking For the Magic is a gem-encrusted sarcophagus of epic memoir, adventure, violence, magic, loss, and a journey to the four American corners. Morton’s words have yet to fail the hungry global tribe of whom he speaks, and they never will.

An eleven-chapter arena of unwell living. Foreword by Boyd Rice, collages by Dominick Fernow. Magic‘s aura is still black, but it shows tomorrow’s colors as the search grows. From the pre-teen kicks of the suburban karate circuit, straight down to the attempted murder of Tiny Tim, back up again at Coney Island High, to a realm of balance in a Park Avenue brothel. Let a teenage klansman, an autistic weatherman, a crackbaby Count, Peggy Moffitt and Polly Magoo of the mainlining set, a sheriff with invisible handcuffs, a Santa Monica painted nightcat and a girl named Kitten be your guide through the second block of the Apocalypse Junkyard.