Hoptime

by J.F. Mamjjasond, Fafnir Finkelmeyer

Fiction. Edited by Walter Smart. Plotless, absurd, nonsensical, arbitrary, silly, mad, ribald, noisy, violent, despairing, obscene, drug addled, revolting, and hilarious, J. F. Mamjjasond and Fafnir Finkelmeyer's HOPTIME is both an insult to the very idea of a novel and an uncanny magnification of it. In the words of Finkelmeyer, it was for its authors a "kind of scripture" and "something fateful and necessary"; "it was a way," he writes in the Foreword to this edition, "for the two of us to love each other in the only way we could, willingly and totally entwined in each other's foolish, ugly, wise and beautiful fantasies, which we heard, supported and forgave." In the end, this colorful romp of two outrageous souls lost together in a sort of infinite poetic and imaginative wilderness is not only explosively funny, but moving; the reader, too, is freed into the intimacy and deep silence of a vast inner space, and finds in that solitude one is not alone."

330 pages, Paperback

Published February 15, 2017

Reviews

[MJ Nicholls · Rating 4 out of 5]

Hoptime is what happens when sentences stretched to the end of their lexical tethers snap and collide, whipping up a brutal cyclone of flailing vowels and consonants, clauses and pauses, spaces and punctuation. The result is an irrepressible whirligig of manic comic nonsense, vibrantly warped, lovingly perverse, and heartwarmingly bonkers, in three wholly unnecessarily separate parts for your maddening pleasure. To summarise: the first section ‘Silt Waffles’ handles the spindled oligopoly in the ever-thickening pigpen of tomorrow, with extra marshmellows and pomegrante gumdrips to accommodate your wimples. The section second, ‘Unidentified Signal’, copes with your loosened trews on a winter’s clay, and somewhere in the thicket a tarantula escapes across a broad-shoed hobonanny. And finally, ‘Idylls of the Chicken’, which is there. Like me, read a little Hoptime between books, and the pleasure of words in permanent splatter will improve your mood twentyninefold.

[Nathan "N.R." Gaddis]

Disclaimer :: I received a copy of this text FREE from the publisher (in paper no less ; the whole free ebook thing being a total scam). {therefore everything I'll say about it is a lie}. Why? Well apparently because like you see the pub'r had just gotten wind of this faschistic plot afoot in american schools that involved the A*n R*nd foundation or whatever giving away millions of books. To schools. Sounds good right? But they were millions of copies of A*n R*nd's books so it was like giving little German school Kinder free copies of (s)H*tl*r's book by the millions. A bad thing. And one should do something about it. So what this pub'r did, this "Sagging Meniscus" did, was to offer free copies of this "Hoptime" to any takers. In an effort to kind of offset this faschistic propaganda project being undertaken by some kind of A*n R*nd institute. [call me out on it, but I'll stick by my guns that A*n R*nd represents a dangerous stream of an american version of faschismus. It's so powerful in fact that it got a president elected and actually holds power in both houses of congress]. So you see how important it was for me to take up this pub'r on this offer of like a FREE novel ('novel' is not in "quotes" because it is totally a novel, free of plot and character and thematic material (of course not!) and therefore totally anti=faschistic like Finnegans Wake). Also, this pub'r happens to have pub'd a few books by a few of my Friends and friends and especially gr=Friends and things of this nature, like Lee Klein of the city of brotherly love and MJ the schottischer guy and I think probably someother important people. So you see I simply had to take them up on this offer of their's to both strike back against faschismus and support an org that's like totally supporting some of my Friends(etc).