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22 December 2023
Unless you suckle from the Fortune 500 teat of some golden corporate calf, you\'ve more than likely suffered through more shitty jobs than you care to admit to. It\'s the \"American Way\". That\'s why the powers that be invented sitcoms. Night in and night out, they zap all your employment frustration with their mighty cathode ray of crap.
Some of us, however, retreat into the rarely unexplored world of wonder known as \"our own imaginations.\" We conjure up stories and scenarios in our heads to kill the time until our shit-job shift ends.
Welcome to the world of The Brink, Alien Stevens\' first novel. Or journal. Or both. It is, in all reality, a short story collection, mixing works of pure fiction with transcribed streams of consciousness-- streams spilled into his tape recorder while working the night shift at The Brink Hotel.
The book is written, and thus reads, like your brain works: never staying focused on one thing for too long, but laying out enough of the story to
seem complete. It jumps from hotel shift stories, to completely off-topic tales, varying in length and subject matter.
And for those of you who need comparisons: It\'s a happier Henry Miller, mixed with Hunter S. Thompson (were he to have opted for sobriety in his youth), mixed with the anti-establishment anger of Black Flag-era Henry Rollins.
The flow gets a bit clumsy and unpolished at times, but I don\'t know that that\'s a bad thing. After all, it is stream of consciousness, and stream of consciousness ain\'t always pretty. Especially when it\'s coming from a world like Stevens\', which ain\'t all that pretty, either.
To get a hold of the book, and find out more about the mysterious Alien Stevens, go to alienstevens.com, or ask your local corporate whore bookstore to order it for you.
Some of us, however, retreat into the rarely unexplored world of wonder known as \"our own imaginations.\" We conjure up stories and scenarios in our heads to kill the time until our shit-job shift ends.
Welcome to the world of The Brink, Alien Stevens\' first novel. Or journal. Or both. It is, in all reality, a short story collection, mixing works of pure fiction with transcribed streams of consciousness-- streams spilled into his tape recorder while working the night shift at The Brink Hotel.
The book is written, and thus reads, like your brain works: never staying focused on one thing for too long, but laying out enough of the story to
seem complete. It jumps from hotel shift stories, to completely off-topic tales, varying in length and subject matter.
And for those of you who need comparisons: It\'s a happier Henry Miller, mixed with Hunter S. Thompson (were he to have opted for sobriety in his youth), mixed with the anti-establishment anger of Black Flag-era Henry Rollins.
The flow gets a bit clumsy and unpolished at times, but I don\'t know that that\'s a bad thing. After all, it is stream of consciousness, and stream of consciousness ain\'t always pretty. Especially when it\'s coming from a world like Stevens\', which ain\'t all that pretty, either.
To get a hold of the book, and find out more about the mysterious Alien Stevens, go to alienstevens.com, or ask your local corporate whore bookstore to order it for you.
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issue
vol 5 - issue 07 (mar 2003)
section
entertainmental