Indestructible Wolves of the Apocalypse Junkyard is Max G. Morton’s seven-story porthole into the sacrilege unknown. Morton takes us from the suburban wasteland of the 1980’s and onward to the creepy crawls of a New York that no longer exists, while blurring and crossing cult cinema and music’s line between fan- tasy and reality. From arson-happy skin- heads to shootouts with snuff-collecting undercovers, and from Patty Waters’ voodoo love to Cupid’s syringe, Indestructible Wolves is a sexually charged frenzy of a drug-addled memoir, a true testimony of an authentic original
Five stories into this seven stories coming-of-age memoir that is unlikely to ever be translated to the silver screen by the Disney Corporation, I had pretty much formed my opinion about this book. The stories seemed to me to be too much like those of a punk kid trying too hard to impress his peers and shock his elders. Drug consumption, random acts of violence and debauchery, pop culture references and a dash of witchcraft and horror: it was all there and I didn't care. It seemed like an immature work. There was promise and potential, the book just didn't deliver. The author had a story to tell but didn't do it particularly well. And then came the sixth story. And with it, a glimmer of hope, sparked by love and real emotion. Maybe I'm merely a hopeless romantic but it turned things around for me. And so after finishing the book, I vowed to dive back into the cesspool without goggles and to keep my eyes open for the gems I feel I surely missed the first time around. Rarely do I want to revisit a book right after turning the last page. So for all that Max G. Morton may have done wrong, he must have also done something right.
i've read some reviews that call this boko cliche of a cheesy punk rock story, but morton's writing style and story had me totally engrossed. it's a bit nostalgic for sure, but he's a talented writer with a lot to say.