The
collective’s book club has, of the last month, been ensconsed in the works of
Jarrett Kobeck. From an interview with 3.A.M., J.K. sums it up:
“As the entire history of experimental
literature is about getting stupid reviews in between rounds of laughter with
your clique of haughty, good-for-nothing friends, this (review in TimeOut
London) seemed just about right.”
