Genre: Flash Fiction/Idea collection
Author: A.G. Pasquella
Publisher: A.G. Pasquella Publishing
Everyone has the idea phase, the innocent time which leaves the noobish “writers” daydreaming by the wayside, thinking their work is already half-done. The mature writers know to ditch the bulk of those spiralled notebooks stuffed with their brain droppings, focusing only on a few to turn into something meaningful. The smarter writers keep their notebooks to be harvested for later stories and poetry. The A.G. writers publish their spiralled notebooks, delivering a world defined by crazy, the historically and currently relevant, tar-coloured humour and, to hazard a guess, concocted through repeated overdoses on something coloured neon and looking at the world with bloodshot eyes.
Reading the above again: Genre: flash fiction/idea collection. Where flash fiction, a dashing of poetry and a roasted core of ideas developed enough to potentialize into epics and quirks. A.G. must be on horse testosterone to have the swollen balls to publish something crazier and rawer than skinning a cat by holding it against the asphalt while going 50 above the speed limit and accelerating.
I always try to throw out wacky metaphors to distract from the fact I have no idea how to review books, in the vainglorious delusion that I’m clever. A.G. is white-knuckle, tongue chewing clever. Spewing out a world where grandma is trying to smuggle black tar heroin past the border, to fisting hippopotamus vaginas, and severed ears being the hero.
Shock is the word of the day, when human glimpses are injected with liquid loopy, though A.G. pulls his readers out from the concoction of energy and liquidized cocaine to breathe in stabs of poetry, and the occasional quiet idea, tonal shifts which don’t aspire for a high freneticism.To give example, “Meanwhile” a single sentence premise of a girl unlatching rat traps, let’s a smartness breathe that it’s not just a collection of random, but a glimmer that plot is a world where harsh gasps of humanity pull fists at jokes, and history being memed.
Viewing it all together, A.G. is an aspiring camera man, powering on a mixture of acid and a unicycle, holding up a camera which triples up as a telescope and a microscope. In his cycle through his world, he views his world in stretches and peering at the full potential of ideas through examining facets of character, perspective and theme that have so much underneath.“Mule Urine is best served cold” a revenge on a bride premise, is immediately pulled to the conversation with Walmart clerk and revenger over a barrel of mule urine. What happens next, what’s going to happen to the dress, is all there to ask and a bookful of premises to salivate over.
To be as succinct as the definition of succinct could be, if “The This & The That” was a bag of chips, it would be a bag of chips in bag only. Inside you are as much likely to find a cream soda flavoured chip as a loaded twenty-sided dice and a twist of weed.
Recommend: For excerpts to be memorized to impress that goth chick who wears black eyeliner and bare shoulders who works at HMV how you do have awesome ideas that will make you famous.
By: Joshua P’ng, a North York Writer
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