Watt, the eldest son in a rural family of five, has tracked a big buck for the past six months. Following the kill, he teaches his kid brother, Tubby, the proper way to dress a deer . . . but the blood ritual has just begun.
Sister has a crush on her twin brother, and they both despise their stepmom, Judith. Dad is a disintegrating Vietnam War veteran, who's taught the skills of both the farm and the hunt to his offspring.
driven or forced onward by or as if by wind or water leads us into a feral, yet calculated, labyrinth of consciousness, language and structure. Mysterious forces propel the imploding text, pregnant with meaning, through a cacophony of slaughter, sacrifices, and rites of initiation.
Mollere skillfully weaves a tapestry of dream and wakefulness in this paean to violence, this mythical search for harmony.
Edgar Mollere was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, in 1976. He has worked as an industrial and marine insulator, a carpenter, a United States Marine, a short-order cook, a dog-walker, and a bouncer. He is a painter and holds degrees in English, philosophy, and mathematics. He lives in Austin, Texas.
. . . a compelling, difficult experience . . . the beautiful prose that
tells of the basic drives of human nature will stick with readers . . . Mollere has written a
gorgeous book about violence and sadness that bursts with life.
-- Hipster Book Club
Engaging multiple formal techniques to convey
this layered and traumatic story as a series of scenes, memories, and
sensations, Mollere works like those early experimenters in optics who ground
down lenses with stone and sand till they achieved fine, precise
perspective. Fragments displace in a
traumatic mesh, hushed voices melding with the creak of the farmhouse
floors. Phrases are cracked open and
rendered over high heat, dripping yellow and white, as thick blood congeals on
-- Spencer Dew, author of Songs of Insurgency
Into a literary firmament where innovation is extremely rare comes this audaciously imagined, artistically
executed, remarkable, remarkable fiction. . . . one that we readers
and writers do well to cherish as the avant garde resurfacing in our time, in
-- David Madden, author of The Suicide's Wife and 9 other works of fiction
Edgar Mollere writes from the dead zones on the radio dial, where there are no stations.
-- Chris Pusateri, author of anon and Berserker Alphabetics