Feral House has the distinct pleasure of introducing new voices to readers. Jennifer Robin is someone you need to know.
With savage humor, Death Confetti features performance artist Jennifer Robin’s autobiographical sketches of Portland, Oregon, from the grunge-era obscurity of the ’90s to its current media-darling status.
“Civilization is a nightmare-illusion,” Jennifer writes, “a three-dimensional spreadsheet perpetuated by machines that hypnotize meat.”
Jennifer reflects on her early terror in Catholic school and phone calls with her far-out mother, who disclosed that her gynecologist was a murderer. In the all-too-true pages of Death Confetti, Robin remembers her life among noise musicians, junkies, and her escape from a boyfriend who insisted on reviving the lives of hundreds of deceased fruit flies.
Death Confetti jolts the senses, and lingers like a mosquito bite to the Portland of everybody’s soul.
“Jennifer Robin is a freak magnet and she attracts the oddest, saddest, most enigmatic freaks around. That may be because she’s a freak herself–a beautiful freak with big-city and back-country wisdom leaking out of her brain onto every page of Death Confetti. Hell, it might even be the funnest time you’ve ever had with a book.”
–Kevin Sampsell, author of This Is Between Us & Bookseller at Powell’s Books