Mother of a Machine Gun given the 25 pts treatment at HTMLGiant.

25 points from Trevor Sensor in his attempt at reviewing the novella known as Mother of a Machine Gun. Some choice points include:

3. Michael J. Seidlinger is a fucked up Dr. Seuss.

15. While writing this review I drank a glass of whiskey and listened to heavy metal. (Seidlinger probably did the same while writing this book.)

16. So many bullet casings, so little time.


Click here for the full review.

I wrote about Sun Kil Moon’s “Benji” for the Fanzine

Talk about a modern classic. Talk about an album that never gets old. Sun Kil Moon’s “Benji” is a snapshot of heavy feeling and I attempted to say something about its beauty in this article/interpretive review. Here’s a taste:

Why am I telling you all this? This is what Kozelek is doing in Benji. He is taking experience and exhuming it, letting it lay there, for us all to listen and see. He is showing his life and the lives around him, and, in doing so, he is creating a dialogue wherein you end up exploring your own. He is exploring what has happened in hopes of finding what has yet to come to pass. We’re all going through crises, existentialist worry and despair, dealing with the questions that flutter around our heads at the oddest of times. It could involve your career choice, or lack of a career choice. It could be due to your art, your writing—am I going anywhere with it? Am I reaching an audience? Or, to be plainer and far more on-point and realist, it could be about simply whether or not you’re making the most of your days. We should make the most of our days. We shouldn’t worry so much. We shouldn’t treat anxiety like a personality trait.

Click here to read the full article.

The Laughter of Strangers reviewed at Drunk Monkeys

Gabriel Ricard reviewed The Laughter of Strangers over at the amusingly titled lit site, Drunk Monkeys. Man, he really dug the book and has a lot of really awesome stuff to say about it. 10 out of 10 rating. Stuff about my writing. I don’t know how to feel about this kind of positive reenforcement. But I will say, damn! Here’s a snippet from the review:

In the past, Seidlinger’s talent has covered destruction of the mind, destruction of social constructs, and the destruction of society itself on every possible level. That doesn’t mean that he’s ever repeated himself. The pleasure of reading The Laughter of Strangers, for all its frightening moments, for all the parts that make us laugh (a little uncomfortably), and for everything that stays with us after the book is done, is in how Seidlinger describes that destruction. It’s clearly an interest of his, but it’s not an interest that sacrifices story or character. It’s not an interest that has revealed any limitations at this time. You don’t have to be a fighter to relate to what Floures goes through over the course of the book. You only have to remember the time you struggled with your own sense of identity. If you happen to be going through that struggle now, then that’s all the better, in terms of your ability to take something significant from The Laughter of Strangers.

Click here for the full review.

(Hot Stuff) Mira Corpora by Jeff Jackson

Wow, what a book. Mira Corpora is the kind of book that opens up a world that asks for nothing in return except to reveal something about you, the reader, that you might not have wanted to remember. Here’s an excerpt from the review, published on Tweed’s:


If you can remember, no matter how much we think we have lost, it’s easy to ignore the slow burn of remembering. The past blisters in from either side, blinding us by our faults. It is then that we can see it all for what it is, a bolder sighting of hopeful becoming. Seeing both the dream and the nightmare, the memory may get its chance to become. In its becoming, it may get a second chance to unravel. Until then, the “Jeff Jackson” on the page continues and, ultimately, the book becomes more than a narrative; it becomes the activation of the writer’s need to continue the story via the reader’s choice to read, interpret, and commit its images to memory. The ritual of reading a novel, the intimacy of paper and ink, widened eyes and full concentration, is the perfect synergy of physical and psychological. It is one of our oldest and most important rituals and it’s the one that ultimately turns novel into transcendence, the experience bold and true. Read Mira Corpora. Don’t be afraid. Reread it a second and third time. Ritualize and let it fully reveal itself to you. Its events become the ritual of life on the page.

Click here for the full review.

Beach Sloth reviewed “The Laughter of Strangers”

Beach Sloth, one of the friendliest and most honest internet presences online, reviewed The Laughter of Strangers. As a master of the internet brand, Sloth taps right into the meat of the book: man as spectacle, individual as salable object. Here’s a sample of what he had to say:

 ‘The Laughter of Strangers’ is the person as a spectacle, the man as the MEME. Unable to change the discussion the narrator becomes trapped. Society does this to the narrator. Accustomed to literal fights, the blows to the head, the narrator can’t handle blows to his ego. Despite the narrator’s tough exterior (tattoos, scars, and broken bones) he retreats deep into his mind. By being inside his mind he allows single words to morph into terrible things, hurtful things. Over-analysis from the narrator destroys his fragile mind. Left alone to his own devices (the TV as his companion) he breaks down from the jabs of news media, various headlines, false stories, etc.

Beach Sloth Original

Click here for the full review.

The Laughter of Strangers reviewed at The Coffin Factory


Looks like the first review for the book is out, and it’s a good one. David Atkinson reviewed the book over at The Coffin Factory. Definitely dig this, and I think it makes for a good pull-quote:

The Laughter of Strangers is Seidlinger’s most surreal and enigmatic work to date […] Identity is a curious creature to begin with, and Seidlinger does odd and marvelous things in making abstract aspects of identity concrete at the same time that he makes concrete aspects of identity abstract.

Click here for the full review.

The Laughter of Strangers will be available on November 24th from Lazy Fascist Press

My Pet Serial Killer reviewed at Atticus Review

From the review:

My Pet Serial Killer is a complicated novel, but with a narrative that moves at such a quick pace, it’s hard to set down. Claire Wilkinson is a graduate student pursuing a degree in forensics, and as research for her thesis, she develops a plan to study a serial killer that has been targeting women in the area, named “The Gentleman Killer” by local media outlets. Claire doesn’t pester law enforcement or investigate the crimes to discover the killer’s identity. Rather, she uncovers who he is and forms a partnership with the man, named Victor. With her forensic expertise and his seemingly endless appetite for torture, murder, and dismemberment, they make the perfect pair. She keeps him safe, and in turn, she gets insight into what makes him tick. She transforms her apartment by soundproofing the walls, rigging it with cameras, and building a cage in which the killer can do whatever he wants with the women she chooses for him. For Claire, simply killing dozens of women is not good enough. The victims must be the right kind–they must have “fight” in them. She watches his every move, probing him about what the victims taste and feel like, criticizing what he does wrong, like an overbearing coach. As long as he does as she says, there is no way he will ever be caught, she tells him. Their relationship thrives as the body count climbs, and she studies him as they march toward serial killer immortality.

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(Hot Stuff) Taipei by Tao Lin

I wrote a review of Tao Lin’s latest, Taipei, over at The Coffin Factory. Here’s a snippet from the full review:



Deeply sown into its winding and weaving sentences exists a curious commentary about the state of sociological discourse in the 21st century. There is a feeling that something needs to be done, a person must continually be on the way to and from a diverse range of activities that often act as filler for some nonexistent greater value in a person’s life. But why? Sometimes a piece of literature inevitably answers the question that so many ask but never seek an answer. Taipei peels away the conceit and achieves the almost precarious and impossible act of chronicling how we, as social members of a society, are placed in the constant position of social judgment. Every direction we turn, there are stimuli that demand our attention and participation; more than that, we get the feeling that we, as individuals, are the ones responsible for how well, or how poor, we are able to relate to the stimuli.

If we fail to take part, does that make us somehow inferior?

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(Hot Stuff) I Don’t Know I Said by Matthew Savoca

I wrote a review of Matthew Savoca’s latest, “I Don’t Know I Said” over at The Coffin Factory:





A sample from the review:


“At its core, Savoca’s novel is a roadmap of scenarios shared and survived. It’s one of the few books out there that you can flip open to any page when times feel bleak and, in only a few lines, feel better because Savoca’s sentences, his situations, the stories contained within his novel, are meant to remind us that we are not alone in this. We’re all bombarded by the same momentum. I Don’t Know I Said is here to remind us that the momentum isn’t mandatory.”


Check out the full review here or you could go ahead and just buy the book.