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THIS MALIGNANT MIRAGE: NOWICKI ADDRESSES THE WORLD PRESS

World-famous author Andy Nowicki generously entertains questions from the pesky, poncy, pablum-puking press concerning the paperback release of his anthology THIS MALIGNANT MIRAGE: TALES OF EROTIC RAGE AND CARNAL MELANCHOLIA (now available from amazon.com via Hopeless Books).

Subjects discussed include Donald Trump's Muslim problem, angry Muslims, angry Jews, the tactical skill of employing air quotes without thus becoming an insufferable person who deserves to die, the demise of "brick and mortar" bookstores (see "airquotes"), Richard Spencer's pronunciation of "Angela Merkel," Nowicki's unsuccessful efforts to reconcile antisexualism with erotica-writing, Nowicki's unsuccessful efforts to reconcile Catholicism with erotica-writing, Nowicki's unsuccessful writing in general, and Nowicki's impending assassination.

Listen here, O ye denizens of this malignant world of naught:

"IT FOLLOWS": MONSTERS FROM THE ID



It Follows, a brilliant new horror film by director David Robert Mitchell, has a curious distinction: it may be the most “sex-negative” movie ever made.

Self-aware yet irony-free, bathed in atmospheric dread, It Follows treads a careful course between the “slasher” films of the 70s and 80s, its most superficially obvious forebears, and the distancing, overtly “post-modern” spoofy self-referentialism embraced by Wes Craven’s Scream series. In the final analysis, however, It Follows belongs with a more elegant breed of cinematic pedigree, deserving to be considered among classics like Fred M. Wilcox’s Forbidden Planet and Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds, eerie films in which the source of the terror is never finally understood in an intellectual sense, but is rendered so primordially palpable on an emotional level that it haunts the viewer for days afterwards.