Ron Dakron Books

granted, I only read the first two pages on [...], but that was more than enough for me. three lines in, and the point of view is already off ("ain't we gonna quit soon?" his friend asks, to which he responds "what?"-- if he's asking 'what' because he didn't hear him, then he can't possibly relay to us what his friend said in the first place)

even the punctuation is consistently incorrect.

"jesse laughed, newborn autumn slashing his pink misted lips, like some flamingo clown"

"Jesse flicking retinas over the road, salami black tar smoothing gelato pupils, he asked [...]"

like. ok. the words are fun and sound kind of neat, but you can't just pull out interesting words and smash them together and hope that it will mean something. i love White Oleander (Janet Fitch), and the insane similes and descriptions. but... these just don't make any sense.

on a positive note, I feel much more optimistic about someday being published!

Totally digging it. The pacing, the mystery - not just the plot, but the emotions and perceptions of the protagonist. Palpable texture and raw poetic phrasing. Rod Dakron has bona fide style. Infra is a great escape for all senses.

Unusual novel about a woman scientist who injects herself with hammerhead shark DNA. Told from the perspective of the woman's foster brother, the book uses language in a unique way - creating a kaleidoscope of his impressions as he watches the metamorphosis of his foster sister into an interesting species.