Böcker av Patrick Wensink

"There are plenty of bastards in this world, but Patrick Wensink isn't one of them. Well, maybe. He is our Terry Southern and Paul Krassner and possibly one day even our own Jonathan Swift. Most writers are interested in the boring ass subject matter of the 21st century: "I did drugs. I had sex." No shit. Wensink is more concerned with Dwight Yoakum, lawsuits, biscuits, Charles Kuralt, babies and corpses, anxiety and Ohio. This makes him a weird ass dude, and the weird ass people are the only ones making sense anymore. They're the last people in this life who can still fight off the bastard inside of them. So you should read these essays. You'll laugh. It means you're still alive. You'll feel wings sprouting from your shoulder blades afterwards. You'll be able to fly. It's okay to laugh and fly. I promise." - SCOTT MCCLANAHAN, author of The Collected Works of Scott McClanahan Vol. I

The greatest political allegory since Animal Farm, written by the most fantastic-smelling author of our time. Ever drank too much and forgot what happened? Don't be embarrassed. Deshler Dean faces this problem every day of his life. Dean is far more brilliant and productive when he's blackout drunk. In the last few months alone, he has invented a hamburger more addictive than crystal meth, scored a six-figure record contract for his terrible art rock band, and started dating a woman he doesn't even recognize. Worse yet, he has become entangled in the biggest war since the Allies took on Germany. When rival fast food chains duke it out for control over Dean's burger-inventing genius, Dean and his band mates plunge into the absurd world of corporate paranoia and greed. As the violence of the burger wars spills out onto the streets, it's up to them to win over the hearts (and stomachs) of the American people and save the country from the equivalent of a deep-fried nuclear warhead.

J. Claude Caruthers is country music's biggest star and Kenny Rogers' worst nightmare. Now, J. Claude hasn't slept for weeks. His insomnia comes courtesy of his quest to complete Nashville's most ambitious project: Caruthers is writing a love song for every woman's name on Earth. But since getting stuck on the last name in the book, Zygmut, Caruthers' life has been miserable. Life gets much worse when his estranged brother, Lloyd, inadvertently creates a black hole in a top-secret physics lab. Lovesick and lonely, Lloyd sets out to reconnect with his brother and find love before the world ends. As the black hole swallows the planet, the brothers discover that only one person who can stop the apocalypse and help J. Claude finish his songwriting odyssey is their missing sister, Zygmut. Told through a kaleidoscope of perspectives that include the Caruthers brothers, J. Claude's guitar, a club sandwich, and even the angry, foul-mouthed particle that birthed the black hole, Patrick Wensink's Black Hole Blues is a hilarious double helix of country music and physics.

Combine an optimistic realtor selling a home with a sexual playground, a kindergartener convinced he's actually French and something called, "Chicken Soup for the Kidnapper's Soul," and you get Patrick Wensink's hilarious collection of short stories. Sex Dungeon for Sale! Takes these bold characters and a few other outrageous situations to create an unforgettable and quick literary ride.While keeping an eye focused on the surreal, but both feet firmly planted in reality, these stories dissect a modern world so strange you have to laugh. Wensink's punchy style is perfect for the brevity-obsessed Twitter generation, but saves room in his utility belt of brief tales for humor, humanity and an extra helping of WTF?."Irreverent, outrageous, and fearless in his choice of material, Patrick Wensink has a true knack for absurdity. Sex Dungeon for Sale! takes facets of everyday American life and twists them until they gag out comedic gold."-Joey Goebel, author of Torture the Artist and The Anomalies"In his collection of stories Sex Dungeon For Sale!, Patrick Wensink demonstrates a gift for darkly absurdist humor that (just guessing here) surely derives from watching either too much or not enough television. Outfitted with a keen ear, a gently warped perspective, and a closet full of polyester concert t-shirts (again, pure supposition), Wensink's evident writerly talents make this an auspicious debut."-James Greer, author of Artificial Light and The Failure"Patrick Wensink, you smell fantastic." -Patrick Wensink, author of Sex Dungeon for Sale!