I WAS A PORNOGRAPHER FOR HITLER!My name is Banning Jainlight. I write fiction, specially tailored fiction: pulp sex American adventure stories. I write them for a very specific clientele. These clients, these monsters, they come into my life and I enter into theirs. Am I a monster, am I their fel...
Great premise and opens like a shotgun blast. I was with him for the first first character shifts, but after a while it seemed like he was doing it just for the hell of it. I couldn't care less ebout Etcher, Georgie or Erickson, and the book sort of meanders past the point with clumsy allusions t...
I expected the book to be about “In the final seconds of the old millennium, 1,999 women and children march off the edge of a cliff in Northern California, urged on by a cult of silent men in white robes. Kristin was meant to be the two-thousandth to fall. But when at the last moment she flees, s...
Without question the least, the most ephemeral of the novels by Erickson that I've read—which means, Zeroville excluded, the lot of 'em. Allegedly the most autobiographical fiction he has penned, Amnesiascope presented the heretofore absent scenario of finding myself bored with select portions of...