Dink Flapple, former boy-wonder and man-child of late, embarks on a metaphysical journey that defies all reason, unwittingly proving witlessness wise in matters space-time, interplanetary travel, and, of course, unicycling.
Readers just about everywhere probably cannot help but refrain from withholding their hailing as a complete triumph this intoxicatingly sobering Saturnian sizzler of a story..
Maddeningly prolix passages of purple prose downshift jarringly to terse dei ex machina at the most inopportune moments, and to dizzyingly dazzling effect.
An ostensibly sci-fi/fantasy novella jam-packed with idiosyncratic absurdities and an immodest dash of doggerel to boot, Coriander, Meandering Slanderer leads the reader down a rabbit hole as rewarding as it is pointless.
Demigods and dodecadogs.
Wigs and accordions.
Yes: Butlers, courtiers, rodents, and technologists.
Madcap misadventures ensue, involving friendships old and new, seedy television programming, indiscriminate ingestion, superfluous bionic limbs, the esoteric discipline of fibersmith-forging, and a blurring of the very distinction between the living and the dead.
Dink Flapple, former boy-wonder and man-child of late, embarks on a metaphysical journey that defies all reason, unwittingly proving witlessness wise in matters space-time, interplanetary travel, and, of course, unicycling
