Gibbons, or One Bloody Thing After Another by James Morrison.
My rating: four stars
There’s a bit of trepidation I feel in reviewing this one, as its author, a noted issuer of lamentations about terrible publishing design choices, is someone I know. (Inasmuch as sending him the occasional book and interacting on the sewer/binfire that is Twitter (amongst other places in the search for a replacement for said sewer/binfire) can be adequately called “knowing”.)
James was kind enough to send me a copy of the work (available now through Orbis Tertius Press!) as part of a by-mail book swap.
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