Solip

"But the lack of everything, is forming quite a blank. And the testament I give can´t hold such a rupture: The unholy blank, a middle, around it another pillow blank. These things, in accordance, are not conducive to electrical strain (ME to YOU), So let´s play:" Confession time: Ken Baumann´s debut Solip isn´t a novel. Think of how it feels to watch an engrossing film; now imagine becoming that film, your vision little more than a flickering image, your body just a burst of white vinyl...