Every Bloomsday, six male writer reader drinker friends meet at a South Philly bar to talk about life and literature and to celebrate the idea of the masterpiece. All are frustrated to the point of desperation. But this Bloomsday is different: one of the most celebrated younger writers in the world is expected to join them.
It’s about ambition, creation, delusion, success, failure, submission, acceptance, rejection, idiocy, anger, idealism, persistence, and the excessive consumption of exceptional beer. It’s also about walking and reading, the gestation of literary and literal offspring, and the joys and sorrows of writing with intent to publish.
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“Forges in the smithy of its soul the uncreated conscience of the disillusioned fiction writer.”
—Lao Guardian, author of One with Nature
“Sui generis! Condenses, in an expansive way, a lifetime’s reflections on reading, writing, drinking, and being stuck in one’s head while out in the world.”
—Addison Oates, author of Death by Jacaranda
“Riffage FTW. Almost funny at times. Surprisingly loveable characters (especially that poor boy from the Great Northeast).”
—Kevin Snare, author of Shattering Windows with Rocks
“Audacity, authority, execution, oomph, and—when it comes to the bit about quitting writing—maybe even some heft.”
—Francis Gibson, author of A Birth at Home
“Undiscourageably diffuse.”
—John England, author of Restoration Road
“Not much happens until the end but it’s worth the wait.”
—Jonathan David Grooms
