Written in 1996 in Taipei, and, I hear, still being passed around the expat community there, this is a sprawling tale of a lost letter X and the end of the world.
Chockablock with gross candies, this is the best book about labor, environmental catastrophes, and drunk, angry Oompa Loompas ever written.
Who needs that “old” Bible? This one is much improved.
The young Lady Drain lives in a dreary Compound, with no friends or siblings, and no companion except the cynical Bag, a sack of gravel from the driveway. When the visiting Lady Wince steals a prophecy meant for Drain, the latter pours a grave-wind over Lady Wince, inadvertently burning her face away to the bone. Haunted by dark dreams, and crippled by a strange metal toy, Drain and Bag venture through a surreal landscape to find their enemy and ask forgiveness. Meanwhile, a Monoceros, alive on his right side and dead on his left, seeks the Unrealtor who tried to kill him and half-missed.
A collection of stories about The Rude Mechanicals, galaxy-juggling super robots who never really do anything successful or amazing. They lost poetry contests, they disappoint platypi. Many of these were previously published in Space Squid – this is a “fixer” novel that links the stories together with new material.
Indeed, books have been written. A couple are available (try the links), the rest are not available in stores (go figure) but you can PM me and I can send you a copy.
