New: Unchained Melody, by Carling Talbot

ED697B43-6C03-405B-A7AA-56785D583417I don’t use the word “mindfuck” lightly, but Carling Talbot’s debut with Forest City Pulp is a mindfuck of a novel.

Even the book’s very existence takes some explaining. Unchained Melody features characters from cal chayce’s All the Fine Hungers, with permission from cal chayce. The author of Melody’s story in Unchained Melody also appears in the pages of Unchained Melody. Wait, so is that cal chayce? Who’s Carling Talbot then?

Like I said, mindfuck.

It’s not the first time Forest City Pulp books have cross-pollinated characters, and even authors, and it probably won’t be the last. Soon we’re going to need a name for the larger FCP universe. The FCPniverse? Ehhh that sounds dirty.

Anyway, here’s a much better description than my rambling:

When Melody stumbles upon an old manuscript her boyfriend wrote, she can’t help but notice the similarities with her own life. But Sunny never finished the story, so she never finds out what happens to the badass character who may or may not be based on herself.

Sunny agrees to finish the fictional tale of a troubled girl in a world gone mad. But before Melody can read the rest, she comes into trouble of her own: she’s becoming unchained from reality, getting occasional glimpses of another world. To fix it, she’ll need the help of a quirky scientist who’s halfway across the country, and along the way to see him, she’ll combat gangsters, get to know her friends better, and struggle to understand the make-up of reality itself.

Unchained Melody is the authorized sequel (of sorts) to cal chayce’s All The Fine Hungers, where Melody, Sunny, and Chuck first fought elite cannibals. Now they’re struggling against more existential threats, in an entirely different author’s world.

An often meta tale, it would be wise to strap yourself in securely before taking the journey, and hold your god-helmet on tight!

Get Unchained Melody on Amazon.com or Amazon.ca.

 

P.S. You can’t copyright a song title.

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Out Now: Of Moons and Monsters, by P.T. Phronk

The sequel to P.T. Phronk’s splattery debut horror novel, Stars and Other Monsters, is out now. Of Moons and Monsters picks up right where the first book left off, with Stan in a hairy predicament, racing to the last place on Earth he wants to go: home.

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Of Moons and Monsters rips apart the coming-of-age small-town high school drama in the same way Stars and Other Monsters skewered the romantic comedy. It’s like Never Been Kissed, except with werewolves and lots of people dying in horrible ways.

Learn more about Of Moons and Monsters, or head straight to Amazon to buy the Kindle version or the paperback.

Review copies are available for book blogggers and whatnot. Just tweet me.

Fantasy & Science Fiction Sale(s)

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Phronk here. I’m part of a fantastic sale hosted RIGHT HERE AT THIS LINK. There’s an entire crapload of sci-fi/fantasy/horror books for free or cheap, including my novel Stars and Other Monsters. Whoa.

Forest City Pulp is also having a low-key sale. Click here or search for us on Amazon to sample every one of our authors for free. There’s even a full-length novel on there. Holy shit.

Go forth and fill your brains for cheap. These sales will only last a day or two.

 

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The Long-Winded Tale of Baboon Fart Story

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Phronk here. I’m the newest addition to Forest City Pulp’s roster.

I didn’t think I’d be publishing anything with FCP any time soon. But then I saw this post on Chuck Wendig’s blog, where addressing the truism that self-publishing is the only real choice, he wrote:

This is true-ish, in that I can literally write the word “fart” 100,000 times and slap a cover of baboon urinating into his own mouth, then upload that cool motherfucker right to Amazon. Nobody would stop me. Whereas, at the Kept Gates, a dozen editors and agents would slap my Baboon Fart Story to the ground like an errant badminton birdie.

I couldn’t resist. Someone had to shove Baboon Fart Story out of the squishy moistness of thought experiment into the unyielding harshness of reality. It would say so much about both sides of the debate between self publishing and traditional publishing. It would make me LOL at pee-pee and farts. Maybe a few people would even pay attention to it.

I wasn’t prepared for the response. It breezed through Kindle Direct Publishing’s publication process, then when Chuck Wendig himself tweeted the Amazon link, it spread like a monkey-borne virus. People wrote reviews funnier than the book itself. They shared it with all their followers. They even started to buy it.

That puffed it into the charts. In its category – Books > Literature & Fiction > History & Criticism > Books & Reading > General – it went at least as high as #9.

That’s when people started to complain. Yes, there were people who, failing to read  “this is literally the word ‘fart’ 100 000 times” in the description, were disappointed in their purchase. Either that, or they took it as a personal attack on self-published authors (which it was not) and abused Amazon’s  system to report “a poor user experience while reading the book.” Those complaints buzzed through Amazon’s algorithms, and within about 12 hours of being published, it was taken down without notice.

I now have no way to access any of the Amazon metadata (e.g., the brilliant reviews), republish, or do anything to address the removal. Amazon support has stopped responding to my emails. Which is all fine for a joke book, and further adds to the discussion (and LOLs) it was meant to generate, but what if that was a book I put serious effort into? It can essentially be banned from the world’s largest bookstore just because a few people didn’t like it?

Luckily, the man who inspired it did like it. You can download Baboon Fart Story from Chuck Wendig’s site for an optional donation to help apes, butts, or stories.

I only made about 10 bucks off of the book, but the insane amount of attention it got during my 15 minutes of flatulent fame was as fun as a barrel of you-know-whats. It was bizarre to see some of my heroes, like John Scalzi and Charles Stross, write about it. Bestselling author Daniel Abraham called me “a master of modern Dadaism,” and may have been partially serious. The press even found the story interesting:

I’ll write more on what Baboon Fart Story means for self publishing *, and what I learned by “writing” it, over on my personal blog sometime soon. I just thought I’d introduce myself to Forest City Pulp by blasting out its most successful e-book so far.

If you liked Baboon Fart Story, you might also like the ridiculousness of FCP’s first release, Sex Boat: An Erotic Novella About Sex on a Boat, by Leonard Delaney. It’s erotica written by a virgin. You’re welcome.


* In case it’s not obvious, I still consider this self publishing. For now, Forest City Pulp is just a bunch of writers cross-promoting each other’s stuff; not exactly a “press.” Yet.

Welcome

Forest City Pulp is in its formative stages. Our first book will be out soon, and we will iterate quickly to balance the benefits of traditional publishing, self-publishing, and electronic publishing.  Stay tuned for frothy pulp goodness.

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