Smartass slacker satirist Steve Aylett follows up his debut novel, Slaughtermatic, with Toxicology, an equally scathing collection of 20 short (often short-short) stories, eight original and 12 reprinted (mostly from British publications like TechnoPagan, Crime Time, and Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll...
God has been found to exist and the race is on to take revenge... Opposing groups of occult assassins compete to exterminate the creator, with young gun Alix the favourite. As multidimensional war is waged, Alix travels through sidespace to confront the source of evil at the risk of destroying th...
Set in the blood-drenched chaos of Beerlight, "a blown circuit, where to kill a man was less a murder than a mannerism," Dante Cubit and his pill-popping sidekick, the Entropy Kid, waltz into First National Bank with some serious attitude and a couple of snub guns. Murderous, trigger-happy cops, ...
Welcome to the comic and bizarre world of Mr. Taffy Atom, private detective extraordinaire, and his voracious sidekick, Jed Helms, who just happens to be a fish. Set in the same nightmarishly noir underworld of Beerlight seen in other works by Steve Aylett, Atom follows the hero as he trails a mo...
If you haven't been exposed to the literary onslaught of Steve Aylett's genius, and if you're the kind of person who likes to get in at the shallow end of the pool first, Fain the Sorcerer is one of the better places to start. Expect the usual Aylett bits: brilliant sarcasm on every page, nuggets...
He was writing at a rolltop desk and facing away from me when I entered with a doorcreak. Lambent sunlight played through dust and glass vessels. ‘Hello Verger. Weather’s brightened up.’ ‘I’ll be the judge of that, laughing boy,’ he said without taking his eyes from his work I scuffed aimlessly. ...
He was like a grapefruit - you never knew what was going on inside. A couple of times he called me ‘Sonny Jim’. Another time he slit his arm, pulled out a long and purple vein and said ‘What’s this?’ Billy told me he’d seen Louie coming out of a manhole on Deal with a tub of ice cream. That’s the...
I missed my wife. I awoke leaking into a strange room. I was strapped to an old self-surgery seat. My shirt had already died. The stainless steel throne stood in a garage littered with car batteries, syringes, crumbs of glass and scattered gaskets. There was a pile of tyre-rims like cybernetic ha...