Nosirrah claimed this book was written from the bed he shared with his editor and muse Lydia. However, there is some doubt whether this was an actual bed or an imaginary, possibly metaphoric bed. He does state that this is the one book that his editor did not “ruin” which some have been interpreted to mean that it was only lightly edited. This may explain some of the broken sentence structures and occasional break down of the narrative into obscure and turgid, almost circular prose which might leave the average reader momentarily disoriented. This could also be, however, the very genius of the work. Might be considered slightly pornographic, as well.
Released by Tragic Circumstances (Not in Print)