Planetoid Sassafras

by Stephanie Klein

A raw, unexpurgated look at the most depraved planet in the universe... Never before has an account been published on this explosive interstellar subject. Welcome to Planetoid Sassafrass, where time is measured After Marx, moons lust after each other in the sky, and human diseases are just another fashion statement. On this cosmic fleshpot you will find a red-hot series of scintillating vignettes dripping over with mucus and cellulo-erotic effluent. Why not join Zjracnim, Belly Mundus, and Lusty ol’ Moon 13 on the wildest ride this side of Arcturus? Antennas out, space cadet—here in the throbbing coccoon room pleasure is just the beginning. Stephanie Klein is a cheerleader for surrealism’s role in confounding the logic of capitalism. Yet Planetoid Sassafrasrather is the logic of life reduced to the mindless,compulsive stroking of sensory receptors, oblivious to all else, even if it means the end of life. And it goes one better than there is none of capitalism’s suffocating sameness to be found here. Planetoid Sassafras is marvelous, hilarious,frightening and—its only real affinity with capitalism—hypnotic. It is an “Ero-Death cosmology”, perhaps best read while seated in a moldy-rice-stuffed chair, the book held at eye-level by a dead, spotted hand. - Patrik Sampler, author of The Ocean Container Listen up meat brains and unzipped larval sponge forms.This book of schizo compressed visioning is as beautiful as luminous neon flesh trees, scantily clad corneas, dark fecal explosions, and giggling fishes merrily surfing gelatinous waves under ejaculating green skies. Better than a local performance of “Traditional Intestinal Theatre”! - Ron Sakolsky, author of Scratching the Tiger’s Belly & Seizing the Airways If H.P. Lovecraft were to be kidnapped by a reptilian army,fed psilocybin from a trashcan, butt-fucked by the animated corpse of Georges Bataille, and impregnated with his own gut flora, he might finally give birth to a shuddering ball of hot space rock called Planetoid Sassafras. Resistance to Stephanie Klein is futile. Sure, she has some unhygienic ideas, and she’snot entirely trustworthy. But once she’s had her way with you,you’ll be glad you surrendered. - Merl Fluin, author of The Golden Cut

106 pages, Paperback

Published September 6, 2019

About the author

A foodie who sometimes abuses hair care products, Stephanie Klein is an acclaimed writer and photographer with a cult-like following. Her work has been published internationally, and her blog, Greek Tragedy, was recently ranked the 26th most powerful blog in the world by The Observer in the UK. Klein's photography is on permanent exhibit in New York's Hotel Gansevoort. Her first memoir, Straight Up and Dirty, is currently in development as a half-hour comedy series with NBC Universal. While she enjoys living in Austin, Texas, with her husband and twin son and daughter, shell always be a New Yorker.

www.stephanieklein.com

Reviews

[Books For Decaying Millennials · Rating 5 out of 5]

Can a book be moist, perhaps spongy? Can a collection of surrealist prose and poetry be both the mind altering drug and the side effect? Can a book give off spores that when inhaled, absorbed into the skin and taken by the pineal gland, actually become both the sickness and the cure?

Planetoid Sassafras hits the full organism of the readers consciousness. It's unceasing series of psychedelic waves of experience. It's posthuman, non-human, trans-human, extra-solar, pan-galactic and [insert your word of choice in an alphabet you cannot pronounce or write].
Stephanie Klein's book begins with contact high that trips you, through the doorways of perception and down an endless abyss, location elsewhere. Regardless of your pronouns, biological makeup, or genitalia of choice, this book is guaranteed to give you the strangest boner of your life [including past lives and alternate realities], that includes you folk with only a cloaca.
This is skipping eating the first half, and absorbing the whole batch. It feels like it would be required reading for anyone working for MegaD0d0 Publications and contracted to work on the Hitchhikers Guide. This is licking the universal tree Frog. A much needed reminder of the capacity of human mind to imagine and set down in text, things that can touch, fondle and consentually caress the brains of others.

[Curtis · Rating 4 out of 5]

Holy crack on a cracker! The future is going to be one hell of a ride. This book feels like what William Burroughs would have made if he learned a bunch of Gen Z terminology.