Spencer Dew’s Songs of Insurgency is the kind of book I expect and hope to see more of in the coming years. Twenty-odd stories coming at you in just over a hundred pages. Shorter seems to be better these days thanks to this thing that everyone is letting into their house. This thing is kind of weird because it sucks out your brain if you click for too long or at least that’s what old people who don’t let it into their house think. There’s a pretty good chance, if you’re reading this right now that you’ve let this thing into your house too. Some people have called it the internet. Other people like to pluralize it and call it the internets. I think it’s a preference thing, neither is right or wrong.

Okay, so back to Spencer Dew, I enjoy his stuff. The only thing that I didn’t like about the book being short is that I wanted more. When I first picked it up and started reading it I thought, “Yes, this is it. This is what I’m looking for in a book. I’m giddy.” I wanted to eat every page after I read it. Well, not exactly, it was more like light was reflecting off the page and then was interpreted by my eyes and my brain in such a way that special chemicals were released into my body that made me feel good. I’ve never experimented much with drugs other than aspirin, but this book made me feel better than aspirin ever has.

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