Li Xian Ng
on Aug. 26, 2014 :
I don't remember how I found this press, maybe somewhere, somehow on Twitter? There were a few small press authors I knew the name of, but couldn't remember where I had discovered them. Anyway, this is the second KUBOA book that will appear on this blog, the first one was It Smells Like Plastic and Hurt Feelings by J. Bradley . The last time I had read something similar to this, flash fiction or micro fiction wise, it was I'm Not Saying, I'm Just Saying by Matthew Salesses , or maybe Blurb by Ravi Mangla. I really messed up those links, if I try to fix it, something terrible will happen.
There won't be much for me to say, since these are all short fictions, small little sentences, short films, packed with a story or a vision. I always found this type of fiction to be something brilliant and fascinating, how could a person cultivate a story in one sentence or paragraph? How is it possible to draw up the scene and bring it down to an ending without wasting time and words, without struggling to make logical sense out of it. Then I think that sometimes stories don't have to have conventional logic, it's up to the writer or the reader. This type of fiction seems to focus more on the feeling, the adrenaline, the fear, and the unknown.; With small, words and sentences with a punch, struggling to get everything down in a limited space. Am I exaggerating this? Probably. It's a claustrophobic type of work where you write poetry and prose all at the same time, just to paint the perfect picture. Just to get down the right words without the filler and the superfluous.This is the type of writing that lonely bookworms write during phases of boredom in the back of a notebook. This is the type of writing that you struggle to leak out of your mind, as you write on paper, squeezing it out into something tangible. Even if it doesn't make any sense, because most things don't make sense anyway.
(review of free book)
on Feb. 4, 2013 :
Two hours after finishing this strange collection of micro-fiction I still cannot really make up my mind if I have liked those stories or not. Guess so, but I cannot be certain. I am confused. Its interesting what you can do with 100 words (not *you*, Chris can obviously) but I also feel cheated. He introduces some great ideas - and then turns around... saying ´booh´. I would love to see more fleshed out stories, a novella maybe. See what this sucker can really do, not only teasing me.
The stories are apocalyptic, desperate with lots of solitude in them. They make one lonely in the dark. Despite their shortness those fragments of stories are scary. There is no protective fence around them. Nothing to hold on too.
If hell is other people, then what is heaven?
(review of free book)