I like the design and art direction of this book (very much a love letter to all the mad invective manifestos like a Slap in the Face of the Public Face or that first issue of Blast) much better than its contents--I was still quite uncomfortable with English as my second language, and my response to that discomfort was to obfuscate it with as much wordplay as possible. Looking back at all my early books, there’s hardly anything that doesn’t make me want to travel back in time and punch myself repeatedly in the face, but this one at least looks good on the shelf. Uncivilized Books, 2016.
"Dizzying but compelling, challenging but inviting." —A.V.Club
"...stare-you-in-the-eyes, complicated humour that’s less about constructing puns, more gallows humour and existential irony.” —Women Write About Comics
"A dream." —Forbidden Planet
"...simultaneously bleak and rich, sad and funny, expressive and impressive. Muradov ironizes the creative process, but he also points to it as an imaginative renewal." —Biblioklept