Jason Anderson, Apocalypsing, 2024, 306 pages, $20
This is a wild ride. I kept thinking it is sort of like well if Lincoln in Bardo got mixed up with a PK Dick novel, take your pick which one, say, Ubik or Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep and had a Naked Lunch while tripping on acid, something like this might emerge. Maybe. The cover photo of the author shows this ordinary man you could imagine teaching Algebra in high school or helping you fill out your Social Security form or maybe even running a small caps company but inside that guy is a world On Fire, well many worlds, multi-dimensions, and almost unlimited horizons; boundaries we don’t need no stinking boundaries!—Alan Catlin, editor Misfit Magazine
