Transversal (a novel) By Fin Sorrel
Published by Pski's Porch Publishing
160 pages
Avant garde fiction
Praise for the book
TRANSVERSAL begins with a crash and continues to crunch and tinkle and and splinter and coruscate into scintilla of feeling, sensation, hallucinogenic microworlds and huge lysergic colored panoramas containing puzzled turtles, gnomes with apple shoes, and the continued deep love affair between the lovely Grizzly and “I,” the oh, so unreliable narrator, aka Fin Sorrel. Page after page stirs wonder at this author’s cascading creativity. In my opinion, Camus would dig it. So would Kerouac. You too, if you loved the rides at the fair as a child.
"Fin Sorrel is not a writer who is willing to hold your hand. And you should be grateful for that. His talent at invention and his skill for electrifying the worn edges of literature has never been more finely tuned than with his latest book Transversal. As with his past work, this offering doesn't visit landscapes, it builds them from the ground up; Sorrel doesn't introduce characters, he makes them appear from thin air with nothing more than his insatiable mind. Do yourself a favor and allow Fin Sorrel to build worlds for you. You won't regret it."
author of WHERE ALLIGATORS SLEEP
Imagine if you will writing that reads as surreal as any of René Crevel's work,
but is permanently dislocated from that mythic golden age of the avant-garde
long-bemoaned and all too likely too hyped to be real, while Fin Sorrel writes
scorchingly real from a posthuman age of fractured connection and fragmented
minds—a welcome reconfiguration of form and plot that defies cliche and upholds
variety, the unexpected, the amorphous, and the immediate.
—Ian Drew Forsyth, Author of The Great Chaining of Being; Editor-In-Chief of 5th Wall Press
With TRANSVERSAL, Fin Sorrel grabs you by the collar and yanks you into a road trip in which Cadillacs crash yet freeze mid-air, yellow lights spasm, and a boy’s white skin is pterodactyl-devoured. Images assault you one after another. “The radio blows out like a horn.” So does Sorrel’s prose. Climb on. - Mitchell Grabois, Author of The arrest of Mr. Kissy face
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Surreal and seeping, Sorrel's stories dance through minefields without a sound,
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Praise for the book:
"A surreal dystopic dream vision narrated in chaotic stream of consciousness."
“(FIN SORREL) is candy stolen from a baby. The candy is the color of wine, looks like a French woman’s eyes. She is tired beyond her years. You put the candy in a shoe, because that’s what people do for Christmas in Germany. You forget about the candy, because you are not German." -HOUSEFIRE-HOUSEFIRE
“Like a high school theater club on lots of drugs. It reminds me of someone simultaneously watching several movies.”
-Anonymous