Scott C. Rogers is an American poet and writer. He co-runs Black Coffee Press, a small press in Detroit with Thomas Michael. Celluloid Cowboy is his first novel. His second, entitled Love Like A Molotov Cocktail To The Chest, is forthcoming in early 2010.
on April 13, 2011 :
Rogers' book's unreliable narrator is usually stoned and always insane. A damaged product of the foster care system, he plays guitar until his incapacity to bear life leads him to shoot himself in the hand, hence the title. He does try to find love; an uninhibited male view of sex runs rampant here and is refreshing. Rogers writes about sex and the ever-present undertone of aggression like Charles Bukowski on steroids: “The mole that hid just on the inside of her righ thigh. Whenever I ate her out I always kissed it goodbye afterwards, pulling up with a chin wet like a lion fresh from a kill.” The novella is in many short, disjointed chapters that jump around like the disordered thoughts of a severely shattered soul. Very well done.
(reviewed long after purchase)