Bøker av Shawn Michael Sullivan

A new book of prose poems, plus some pure prose.

VINEGAR SYNDROME: The cult movie fan's ne plus ultra source for weird and wonderful cinema. The journey of the company from primarily rescuing, restoring, and then distributing on physical media, neglected, forgotten and despised genres of film (porn, trash, low-budget horror), has evolved over their lifespan to include production, theatrical screenings, and other byzantine twists and turns, and the fans of Vinegar Syndrome have been on an exciting ride during this evolution. Shawn Sullivan takes us on a terrific first-hand journey of his own with the label, mirroring the initial exposure to the Golden Age of Adult Cinema that many fans experience, the rush of nostalgia when re-watching an old bottom-shelf video store staple, or exposure to daring new voices in film that would otherwise never be experienced. Shawn's narrative voice is unique and thoughtful, and is entertaining for those who have never watched a Vinegar Syndrome release, but resonates even more for those of us who remember their own journey into the ridiculous, jaw-dropping, sometimes mind-blowing, occasionally... dangerous?... world of Vinegar Syndrome

The (woah) twenty-fifth entry in the Shawn Michael Sullivan Literary Universe, composed of new and familiar topics: chess, the Discord app, movies, orange chicken, smash-and-grab robbery, blue Powerade, book writing, midnight strolling, Keisha, downtown Los Angeles, other books not my own, The Little Literary Fair, bumping into people, neighborhood eateries, Snickers, and suicidal daydreaming.

Miraculous news: the lady who lived on an island with her family.Highly relatable: a capsule description of a major book nerd.Finally discovered: the true story of Mary, mother of Jesus.After the post-apocalypse: the post-post-apocalypse.What the fuckness: a tale from an imaginary cartoon.With juicy surprises: such as a celebrity cameo.A trunk full of: little bits and whatnot.

This dude does not stop. No one asks him to stop. No one asks him to start. The book is about books and people. Almost 50/50. It's a book as a person. That's so like him. Prose, with some poetry and pictures.

Poetry and prose regarding life in Echo Park, a new job, being in love and writing a book.

The goal is to write outside a story and inside a person: life as a narrative is only so interesting, because all it represents is birth to death, but life from inside itself represents so much: that's the basic belief of the writer of this book, and what this book intends to express. It begins with a nonchronological representation of how the writer's dream self developed after moving to Southern California over seventeen years ago, and it ends with a recent snapshot of the writer's life one night in a hotel room during a heatwave. The book says the plotlessness represents a goal of the writer's: to develop a pure form for writing about the experience of being himself.

A portrait of a person far enough along in life to seriously wonder what in the hell is going on. Thinking: Really? The world says: Truly. Oh: God. This book feels like a person because this book is a person, and a city. It'd be a pity not to read this book based on a good guess, nailed it: Gem City.

It's a two-parter. The first part is romance and life. The second part is creativity and life. Nothing works out and everything is fine.