-Jerry Stahl "Both dreamy and gritty, bleak and oblique, DEEP ELLUM treads the sketchy margins of Dallas, following one young man as he tries to reconnect with his family and reconcile his mystifying past with his uncertain present. Brandon Hobson's mordant portrait of the lost and damaged among us recalls the estranged, drifting world of Denis Johnson's Jesus' Son."
-Stewart O'Nan "Among all the bloated bookstore shelves with bloated books by bloated major presses there's Calamari Press and Brandon Hobson's DEEP ELLUM-sleek and powerful like some bright firework rising from the bloat. I feel lucky to have discovered this book."
-Shane Jones "If Dickens had written Through the Looking Glass or Alice in Wonderland, the result might have been Brandon Hobson's magically irreal and raw take, taking us deep into DEEP ELLUM. This fever-dreamed novel is adept at offering a gripping journey, scored without traction, not slippery but mired up to its one-thousand-yard staring eyeballs in that delicious sensation of general dread, that exhausted exhausted static velocity, all that going, going nowhere very very fast."
-Michael Martone
-Jerry Stahl "Both dreamy and gritty, bleak and oblique, DEEP ELLUM treads the sketchy margins of Dallas, following one young man as he tries to reconnect with his family and reconcile his mystifying past with his uncertain present. Brandon Hobson's mordant portrait of the lost and damaged among us recalls the estranged, drifting world of Denis Johnson's Jesus' Son."
-Stewart O'Nan "Among all the bloated bookstore shelves with bloated books by bloated major presses there's Calamari Press and Brandon Hobson's DEEP ELLUM-sleek and powerful like some bright firework rising from the bloat. I feel lucky to have discovered this book."
-Shane Jones "If Dickens had written Through the Looking Glass or Alice in Wonderland, the result might have been Brandon Hobson's magically irreal and raw take, taking us deep into DEEP ELLUM. This fever-dreamed novel is adept at offering a gripping journey, scored without traction, not slippery but mired up to its one-thousand-yard staring eyeballs in that delicious sensation of general dread, that exhausted exhausted static velocity, all that going, going nowhere very very fast."
-Michael Martone
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