The Hotel of Irrevocable Acts
In the warped underworld of Uptown Chicago, two petty thieves, Jack and Vince — Dostoevskyan in their criminal use of philosophy, exalting in the stealing of art as the highest human act — meet their target, their nemesis and their double: Madame Little-Ease, a Satanic Grandma Moses, who paints on refuse with polluted blood.
“Carl Watson is a true visionary and an artist of letters, who also happens to be a pure pleasure to read.” — John Strausbaugh
“Carl Watson gets the hiphop of the mind in the electro-apocalypse of multinational succubi…. He gets the rhythm of it, he gets its deep logic, he gets the insidiousness of its twining round the DNA of our zombie era of consumerist oubliette. Read this book if you want to tune in to the real game going on in the back of your head: the nightmare lives, code exposed. Nobody does it better.”
— Robert Siegle, author of Suburban Ambush
“The cage hotel that modern man calls a mind is irrevocably set for Carl Watson’s haunting drift into a world of ever-changing frames. Literature has rarely summed up the terror of being so vividly.” — Thierry Marignac, author of Fasciste and À quai
“Watson’s writing troubles our point of view. His vision tears itself slowly apart as the reader progresses through the novel. Sensations, illuminations, flashes of images recur, crossing the various storylines, until we find ourselves reconstituting the fragments of a different reality, another America, one we are not accustomed to…” — Patrick Amine, Art Press
“A writer who knows well the dark recesses of the human mind.” — Encore