"Kafka's Gregor Samsa doesn't feel lonely and alienated, like an insect among humans. Samsa is an insect. William Walsh takes the same conceptual step, in narratives both dreamy and precise. Playful (though playfully serious) moments spark and catch alight as Walsh bends realism and twists structural forms (letters, lists, acronyms) into something bright and new. A text that examines our zany world, the world of language and of writing--and all the wonderful oddness that happens when they meet."
--Sean Lovelace, author of Fog Gorgeous Stag...