A & N. Autophagiography. ISBN-13: 978-0692234204. ISBN-10: 0692234209. gnOme, 2014. 192 pp. $12.00.
A true story, hot off the wine presses of the heart. Something indescribable occurred. Communications ensued, becoming a saintly self-eating process whose vermicular trail is this book. Part romance, part mystical dialogue, part melodrama, Autophagiography is a ( )hole document of impossible love and friendship between two real inexistent persons. The results may astonish you.
Contents: I. ALP, a.k.a. Resent Morning Prayer. II. Scars of the Horizon. III. New Life. IV. Saintly Communication: A Rule. V. Postscripts
“Bitten hard by the Autophagiography‘s ‘spiral ouroboros’ even as concentration is dissipated among its narrative peculiarities, cultural allusions, codes, and ceaseless diversions, I will try to find a way to talk about it . . . ” — Nick Land
” . . . a significant accidental experiment in documentary authorship, an ‘as-is’ book with several delightful surprises and contradictions . . . the conception and editing of Autophagiography becomes an important part of the narrative itself, so that the text literally and narratively eats itself into its own real present, like some kind of monstrous love-child proverbially devouring the authors out of their inexistent sub-oceanic house and home: ‘The monster is here and I cannot stop it, I don’t want it ever to shut up. Whatever happens in this life there will be the fault of this cataclysmic now screaming to me, deafening me with the echo of a deformity that I always was’ (73) . . . One can only hope without hope that its authors somehow find happiness in this sphere or the next, or at least in a weird new somewhere that is neither.” — Anonymous, “Eating Yourself to L( )ve,” HTMLGIANT
“An anonymously authored online correspondence between amorous philosophes; a slight and capacious book that reads like so many notes from a Clarice Lispector listserv: Autophagiography is something of a specialty item. Hovering between theology and science fiction, it presents a collaborative manifesto of ‘techno-quietism’, as well as love-stricken epistolary.” — Cam, McNally Jackson Books