Guernica Editions

How could someone not recognize your great talent, with a small story such as "Tree Bags" for example? You eloquently evoke the themes of desolation, sorrow, isolation, helplessness, absurdity, existentialism, globalization, a feeling of malaise, just to finally veer off on a completely hilarious note, but so full of cynical realism - with the allusion to the artist photographer who takes himself seriously and exhibits his photos of tree bags taken around the world, in prestigious art galleries. You end with great care on themes of cruelty, solitude and resignation. "Tree Bags!" Fuck man, you really got to me. You have not only a great sense of observation, but you also know how to use words to efficiently express your feelings with respect to your observations, which are brilliant.

I've been reading and re-reading ATM SEX, and it's so fucking brilliant! It's so fucking hard to put into words how deeply passionate I feel about the writing/satire and how great it is ...

Life is too short to miss Alan Lord's satiric ATM SEX This writing is refreshingly offensive, painfully funny, and excruciatingly honest. These "too short stories"skewer present day absurdities involving sex, death, finance, politics, terrorism, fitness, labour, conspiracy theories, and erratic bodily functions, all in a no-holds-barred rant, exposing the painful truths of our warped world. Read it and take a clear-eyed gander at the pointless absurdities of existence. You'll laugh through your tears!

I started reading Alan Lord's ATM SEX thinking: "I don't have time for this! I'm very important. I have various processed carcinogenic foods to microwave and various groundbreaking porn videos to watch. Who has time for reading? What is this, the 1800's?"Then I read the entire tome without even pausing for a warm plate of cheese-flavoured beef paste. It turns out that Alan Lord's too-short stories are just right in every way. They're too short, too funny, too manic, and too offensive ... which to my mind, means they're fucking brilliant. Ever had a psychotic, always-hysterical friend who stopped taking his meds? Read ATM SEX and you'll feel like you do! And what more can one ask from this book? Where else can one turn to learn how to blow up a bank AND where to find the best photos of tits and Nazis? Huh? Where? You tell me!