
For readers who have yet to stumble onto the bad side of literature’s tracks, the book will provide a perfect short sharp shock of transgressive awareness. “In this brutal little novel, there is only entropic pleasure and entropic pain. It is a mystery story, but it is also a frenzied ode to the majesty and convolutions of language.” -Karl Wolff, Driftless Area Review Like the works of Gilbert Sorrentino or Anthony Burgess, this metafictional odyssey is actually quite fun to read.

“ GlassHouse is a neo-noir phantasmorgia, Faulknerian and Lynchian by turns, written by a scholar of James Joyce and the avant-garde. “NO END” – loose ends being preferable to final solutions… Armand’s deftly written fragmentary narrative is a point-counter-point of silent unheard voices, whose apocalyptic finale eschews euphony in favour of a cacophonous refusal of resolution. As if a tale of a murdered schoolteacher and a vengeful mob could tell of speciation and extinction throughout the evolutionary history of life on Earth. As if the evolution of an entire species could be compressed into several hours of a Sunday morning. The setting of the tale against a backdrop of fossils and marvels of taxidermy gives Armand’s story a macroscopic dimension. Set in and around Jardin des Plantes, Paris, Europe, the World, the Universe, Armand’s GlassHouse is a science-fictional detective novel with multiple twists.


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