Mark Leyner

This hysterical work is also a book about the deep pleasures of reading and drinking, the tumultuous reign of a cabal of mystic mobsters, and the transcendent love of a father for his daughter.

Last Orgy of the Divine Hermit

Nathan Johnson

He struggled to stand, to walk. But his direct line from point A to point B - from men's room to table - shattered into a delirium of vectors. He staggered, caroming into every surface he encountered, now a human Pong ball, erratically traversing the bar back and forth in a welter of veering zigzags, crosshatching the bar's space, repeatedly collapsing in vertiginous pirouettes, groveling along the floor on all fours, somehow clambering again to his feet, lurching along another haphazard, oblique trajectory, gesticulating like an airline attendant in an effort to navigate himself, teetering in circles, grasping for imaginary overhead handrails like a brachiating chimp, until he impacted another table or another wall, and whirled uncontrollably to the ground in a heap, like those forsaken, hobbling marionettes trying to escape the storm.

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