I have read Mr. Daedalus' book, Selfie, Suicide, Or Cairey Turnbull's Blue Skidoo. For a first novel, I think it is very good, a gripping read. The early pages will probably upset some readers, but my advice is to endure... https://twitter.com/Logo_Daedalus/status/1099671691154935810

The work starts with bombastic language, which I think is intended to announce the book's influences & aspirations. There is one particularly memorable & unforgiveable sentence:

“The opportunity to inspect her posterior anatomy with a libidinal flick of his hazel eyes”

The thing with this is that Logo knows its bad, it's ironic self-awareness & if you call him out for how bad it is, it proves you're not hip & you don't get it, it's ironically bad, you see...

& if you're familiar with Logo's provocations on twitter, you realize this is a 'bit' that he does, like telling people all video games & gamers are shit; people take the bait & signal boost him & he laughs

& there is a sense in which this kind of ironic affectation insulates him from criticism, it's a buffer, but the classic rejoinder to that is that he still WROTE those words & you still READ them & ironically bad things are still bad &c.

But after about ten pages of that, the work settles down & Logo stops posturing & calms down, satisfied that you know how he's alluding to Pynchon & Gaddis & Nabokov & Gogol, apparently, I haven't read the latter

It's really, like, cliché, to talk about "finding your voice" but I think Logo does that once he settles into his own rhythm & delivers some really excellent ideas.

There are your sort of typical Pomo-isms like the protagonist went to a school called General Arts Youniversity (G.A.Y.) & most of the action takes place at the Museum of Expressive Humanism (M.E.H.)

There are metafictional tricks such as, e.g., having most of the exposition take place in a chapter called "The Exposition" which is also the name of a thing in the book. I enjoy this kind of cleverness, though some people, in an attempt to appear smart, will mock it

Logo is at his best when he is skewering certain aspects of modern algorithmic life. He has girls getting subsidized by ridesharing companies with vouchers for their pre-scripted dates-on-rails, all organized by e-dating services

There is an especially poignant bit near the middle where I could really feel the sense of being trapped by the digital panopticon, there's a powerful sense of claustrophobia, of being locked into liking the inane excrement of mass produced life & culture

Logo has a good command of pacing & tension, perhaps better than mine. There are plenty of things for brainlets to complain about; but complaining is engaging & what author could want more, really?

Huge congratulations are in order, you can tell that Logo has slaved over this. As I told him, there is a tremendous literary vitality in our sphere right now, & I want to congratulate him on this release, which is cheekily dedicated to his outstanding loans

Along with @bronzeagemantis, @ctrlcreep, & @Delicious_Tacos, however much or little those people may want to be in the company of logo & seen as being coincident in the same hyperplane, we can now add Logo to this brilliant & burgeoning new pantheon of dissident thought

The book contains meditations on art, life, death, conformity, & dreams. In the end, when it takes a turn into magical realism, it is at once disorienting & exhilarating, & I personally felt all the anxiety, the angst, & the relief, I think, that Logo hoped to convey

I won't rehash the sentiment with which you are no doubt by now saturated, that every work is autobiographical, & we can of course see much of logo in this production.

In the end, in the final scene, the protagonist is delivered from his predicament when he is magically & literally absorbed into his own work of art, which, in an ironic turn, simultaneously achieves all of his hopes for it & yet thwarts them.

There is a hypnotic & captivating speech given by the book's antagonist, in which Logo masterfully uses rhyme & poetry to create a sense of the transport.

Some of you will no doubt find my praise for this work to be effusive. It is not without its flaws, but as Logo tends to intentionally present himself as a hateable character, I couldn't resist taking the contrarian approach

Technofascism in all its myriad forms is really the core question that confronts us in the current year, & it's not the explicit technofascism of the Italians with its speed & violence, but the implicit techno-F of google that unpersons outsider discourse from digital commerce

We've already entered a world where all of our behavior is stacked & stored & sliced & our only salvation is the fact that at this precise moment, the cloud does not quite yet have the ability to correlate its contents

Big data and big tech still don't know half of what you imagine they do about you but they also know far more than you would ever desire, & OUR struggle is navigating this radically quantified world

& no one really knows what to do about it, but this imminent (NOT immanent) eschaton is a solvent for art & humanity. Vanishingly few artists are even equipped to deal with this inevitability, & anyone who is stuck in normie meme prison has no hope

Logo isn't any of his literary heroes just as I am none of mine, but his work is worthy of your time, so I will ask you to please forgive both of us our excesses in pursuit of the heights of those who have come before us

Another review of Selfie, Suicide from an extremely underrated account

https://twitter.com/mikk_er/status/1169364401029337088