If I had a favorite narrative genre, it would be what I like to call “psychological disintegration.” I’ve long been seduced by madness, the deterioration of identity. The descent into madness of the lonely civil servant Poprishchin in Gogol’s Diary of a Mad Man. The identity confusion of Trelkovsky in novelist and artist Roland Topor’s … Continue reading
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Filthy Fictions: ‘No More Orgasms’
Well, hello there, fine Filthy Dreams readers! What’s that? What is this? It’s my perhaps ill-advised foray into short fiction. Continue reading