JOHN MADERA—Writer, Editor, Publisher

I’ve long reveled in Lance Olsen’s brilliant, unruly, and otherwise disruptive writing, writing as writhing, writing as rupture, as a breaking of the so-called order of things, so you can imagine my extreme delight to share Lance’s advance praise for Nervosities (Anti-Oedipus Press), my forthcoming collection of experimental fictions:

“A total-immersion catastrophe theme park comprised of fierce cosmopolitan intelligence, heterodox sentences, and deranged forms, John Madera’s Nervosities evinces a beautiful rage before our whirled world in which there is always a bomb secreted a couple feet away, the timer ticking down. Listen: a rare new fiery presence has just landed in the literary jungle.”

—Lance Olsen, author of Skin Elegies, Always Crashing in the Same Car: A Novel After David Bowie, and many other books

(Image: Bridget Riley’s Metamorphosis, 1964)

I’ve long reveled in Sam Lipsyte’s brilliant, acidly comic, tungsten nanoneedle-sharp writing, so you can imagine my extreme delight to share Lipsyte’s advance praise for Nervosities (Anti-Oedipus Press), my forthcoming collection of experimental fictions:

“John Madera’s variety-pack of fictions displays a stunning range of modes, registers, rhythms, and acoustical flourishes. But these excursions into the wilds of sound and image aren’t undertaken for the sake of virtuosity alone. They are each of them honest and passionate quests for reality, for life on the page.” —Sam Lipsyte, author of No One Left to Come Looking for You and The Ask

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(Image: Bridget Riley’s Gala, 1974)

Michael Martone is a literary giant whose brilliant, exemplary, ingenious, absolutely singular writing is inspiring, to say the least, so you can imagine my extreme delight to share Michael’s advance praise for Nervosities (Anti-Oedipus Press), my forthcoming collection of experimental fictions:

“Borges asks us to imagine maps more detailed than the things they represent. John Madera, mad Mercator that he is, gives us, in the gyrating GPS that is Nervosities, a whole atlas of super-saturated jazzed and jazzy tympanically tsk-tsking texts. Verving veneers, swerving stories like laminated anatomies that peal and peel, fox and flex their way through the advanced math of the Four-Color Theorem. These fictions zoom. They scale and scald, flay and flux. Walls of words, they do tip-top topo cartography of every thing’s everything…and more.” —Michael Martone, author of over twenty-five books, including Plain Air: Sketches from Winesburg, Indiana and The Complete Writings of Art Smith, The Bird Boy of Fort Wayne, Edited by Michael Martone

(Image: Bridget Riley’s Cataract 3 (1967))

Kurt Baumeister is among this infernal nation’s finest prose stylists and satirists, so you can imagine my immense delight to receive this advance praise from him today for Nervosities (Anti-Oedipus Press), my forthcoming collection of experimental fictions:

“In a literary landscape in which originality is often spoken of but seldom truly delivered, John Madera is the exception—an uncompromising writer and thinker whose singular vision is, indeed, his North Star. Linguistically rich, formally challenging, and intellectually intoxicating, Nervosities reads like the work of a mad genius torn between saving the world of letters and watching it burn.” —Kurt Baumeister, author of Twilight of the Gods and Pax Americana