I'm not sure if blurbs mean a damn or not, but I'm super-thrilled with the first two that have just come in for Bombyonder.
"Bomb-pills, birthed birds, and the scorched Jacob’s Ladder of a story-stoked neural brinkdom—Bombyonder is a gestalt of grim and Grimm. The mind as bombsight. The mind as timebomb. The prose products that singe this portrait of the psyche burning are tooled like circuitry on a dysfunctional motherboard. Except funnier. Livingston’s unnamed protagonist—call her Psyche, Cogito, Dingbat, or even Carry—is endearing in her absurd quest for self-improvement. This is your brain on Bombyonder. We should all eat bombs and hack into our own Hera journeys. “
— Kim Gek Lin Short, author of China Cowboy
"I hope the world after the apocalypse looks a lot like Bombyonder: deliciously fragmented, breathtakingly poetic, and hellishly funny. And did I mention the dragon? Reb Livingston’s new novel is completely unique and utterly satisfying. I absolutely loved this book.”
— Tommy Zurhellen, author of Nazareth, North Dakota