#gods
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A RADICAL NEW MYTH ABOUT SEX, FAITH,
AND THOSE OF US WHO WILL NEVER DIE
A young boy wanders into the woods of Harlem and witnesses the abduction of his
sister by a glowing creature. Forty years later,
now working as a New York City homicide
detective, Gus is assigned to a case in which he
unexpectedly succumbs to a vision that Helen
is still alive. To find her, he embarks on an
uorthodox investigation that leads to an ancient
civilization of gods and the people determined
to bring them back.
In this colossal new novel from the author
of The Metropolis Case, the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice collides with a new religion founded by three corporate office workers, creating something
beautiful, illogical, and overwhelming. Part sex
manifesto, part religious text, part Manhattan
noir—with a dose of deadly serious, internet inspired satire—#gods is a sprawling inquest
into the nature of faith and resistance in the
modern world. With each turn of the page,
#gods will leave you increasingly reborn.
Praise for #gods
“#gods is a mystery, an excavation of myths, an index of modern life, a gay coming-of-age
story, an office satire, a lyrical fever dream, a conspiracy. One of the most ambitious
novels in recent memory—and a wild, possibly transformative addition to the canon of
gay literature—it contains multitudes, and seethes with brilliance.” —Mark Doten,
author of The Infernal
“Matthew Gallaway’s #gods is a novel so brilliant, so funny, so full of strange and marvelous
things, I couldn’t stop writing OMG WTF I <3 THIS SO MUCH in its margins. It’s rare to
find a novel that so dazzlingly reinvigorates age-old meditations on faith and f&!*ing, art
and eros. Luminous, enterprising, and sublimely cheeky, #gods tells the story, the myth,
the dream of the human soul in all its glorious complexity.” —Suzanne Morrison,
author of Yoga Bitch
“Matthew Gallaway’s storytelling manages to be both dreamy and serious; lean and luxurious.
His words carry an incantatory power of mythic storytelling where beauty and
savagery wrap around each other like bright threads in a gorgeous tapestry.”
—Natasha Vargas-Cooper,
author of Mad Men Unbuttoned: A Romp Through 1960s America
“If the ancient gods were just like us, only more so, then the same could be said for this
strange, wonderful book, in which the mundane sorrows and small triumphs of very
ordinary lives glow ever so slightly around the edges, sometimes quite literally. At once
an oddly romantic send-up of dead-end office culture and an offbeat supernatural procedural,
#gods is terrifically weird, melancholy, sexy, and charming.” —Jacob Bacharach,
author of The Bend of the World
I like this one very much Matthew. Beautiful pix too. Tx KH
Posted by: Kay Hart | 02/23/2011 at 08:22 PM
Thanks, Kay!
Posted by: Matthew Gallaway | 02/23/2011 at 09:42 PM
When I lived in Seattle, there was a guy who was very, very, very fond of me. He stopped by my office all the time (we worked in the same place), he called me a dozen times an hour after work (as I could tell from the caller ID), he dropped by my apartment building unannounced, hoping to catch me there. And then when he finally gave up or got bored, I felt just like the coral in your story. And the kicker is that except for the stalker-vibe-maybe-I'm-a-psycho thing, he was pretty hot and at first I was pursuing him!
Posted by: Edward S. | 02/24/2011 at 10:19 AM
LOL -- he does sound crazy though. (If you were on FB he would probably friend you.)
Posted by: Matthew Gallaway | 02/24/2011 at 10:55 AM
I have a coworkers who is a compulsive talker and for four years she seems to have targeted me for her nonstop yakking. Two things have happened to change that: our schedules have been changed so that I hardly see her anymore, and when I do see her, I usually have buds plugged into my ears. I don't miss her at all. She's got some kind of screw loose that I'm not equipped to deal with. Oh, and my blood pressure is a lot better these days.
Posted by: Robert le Diable | 02/24/2011 at 02:43 PM
LOL -- yes, Robert, there are some ppl we never miss at all. Maybe Ill write a story about that tonight.
Posted by: Matthew Gallaway | 02/24/2011 at 03:09 PM