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American author Tom Bradley's epic poem Nagasaki Soul Huffer is a literary tour de force that hurls the reader deep into the author's magical universe. It's a world composed of absurdist twists and turns, surreal hurdles, and a take-no-prisoners approach to liberating the reader from whatever expectations may have existed at the outset. Bradley's powerful blank verse will shake your entire being, and won't let go until you've succumbed to the experience of existing in a parallel and relentlessly poetic universe from which you will find yourself looking out instead of in. "The Soul Huffer" of the title is an enormous man, exiled in Nagasaki. He's matrilaterally descended from an earlier Nagasaki expatriate, Thomas Glover, the "Scottish Samurai." Known as the Founder of Modern Japan, Glover engaged in heavy industrial pursuits which eventually attracted the second atom bomb. The Soul Huffer has undertaken certain esoteric activities as atonement for this hereditary guilt. From the top of an extinct volcano in the city's suburbs, he inhales the atomized bits of "nukees," then- Expelling hopeful, naked little beingson gales cyclonic as Gargantuan throatand trampoline-broad diaphragm can blow, Sam launches them on greenhouse-gaseous wingsas far as superhumanly he canacross deepwater inlets of the bay, beyond the piers, avuncular breakwaters, the moles and causeways, toward East China Sea, to hatch afresh with jellyfish and polypsand un-Linnaean isotopic mutantsfrom Fukushima's farce lately adrift. Trapart Books, 2024, 148 pages, 6 x 9." Available in paperback, hardback and e-book editions.

Annotator's Note by Tom Bradley At the end of her life, Carol Novack was doing what must eventually be done by everyone who's strong enough: she was squarely facing certain aspects of herself, her family, and her heritage that were not precisely excruciating, but, as she said, were interesting and worthy of painstaking examination. Even before the cancer diagnosis, she was tallying up her life's debits and credits, in particular the wheels and deals with Muter. The penultimate chapter of Felicia s Nose is a confrontation between the eponymous heroine and her female parent, ending with something like a Pandora's box being stashed under a bed. It's unopened, and bursting with what we all know is inside. Being a writer, Carol's method of self-excavation was literary, and she recruited my help, two shovels being better than one. She liked the way I'd glossed Kane X. Faucher's sextuply schizoid impersonations in Epigonesia (BlazeVOX, 2010). That giant book fascinated Carol as the rarity of rarities: a new genre, something like a superficially nonfictional Pale Fire, taking place in real time as the primary text alternately rides roughshod over, and is sapped and subverted by, the critical apparatus. She wanted me to do to her what I did to Kane X. Faucher in Epigonesia: to dig under her characters and situations, to dissect her names, numbers, references, to turn her allusions, both deliberate and unconscious, inside out. Carol wanted a running commentary that furtively pursued she cringed at the word psychoanalytical strategies. She envisaged an infestation of ten-point type skittering along the bottom of her novel like army ants underfoot. "We need a literal subtext!" she cried. The relationship of a novelist with her annotator is a bizarre admixture of banter and intimacy. As we worked, certain passages of her novel began to emit unexpected, sometimes appalling reverberations. But Carol never failed, with surprising courage, to reassure me that we were on track or at least we were groping along an alley in a not-excessively dark and horrendous inner city. Carol died before we could finish Felicia's Nose. In what neither of us knew would be her last chapter, she comes forward and speaks in her own voice for the first time. She shouts encouragement directly down to me, where I toil in cackling paranoia at the bottom of the final page. Carol's thinking about all the strange and possibly happy directions our book will follow next, and she says, "I can't wait to see..." She didn't wait. I'll never know what she saw.

The bomb baby was in Hiroshima, in utero, at the moment of the glamorous detonation. As a result of prenatal exposure to gamma rays, he is tiny and mentally deficient, but his physical vigor is unimpaired. Living on a makeshift raft on the river that runs through town, he only comes ashore to disrupt high-tone weddings at Hiroshima Cathedral. It's a hobby for him. He disappears soon after spoiling a Yakuza wedding. This doesn't sit well with the leading lights of the expatriate community, who've adopted the bomb baby as a mascot. They dispatch Sam Edwine, a reluctant and inefficient American slob, to search "Boom Town's" sordid and musty places, of which there is a wide assortment...

A two-part novel set in Hiroshima. In Kara-kun, a rascal in utero during the atom bomb's detonation is born with a mental deficiency. His hobby is disrupting rituals at the cathedral -- until he disappears after spoiling a Yakuza wedding. Flip-kun follows an expatriate from Utah as he is stalked through Hiroshima by Mormon "Hit-Missionaries," whose patriarchs have declared a western-style fatwa on his head... - "Tom Bradley would make Lafcadio Hearn reel with laughter, if not shake his head in wonder." - Lolita Lark, RALPH Magazine

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BLACK AND WHITE ILLUSTRATED EDITION "Family Romance is the latest novel by Tom Bradley, notorious hermit of Kitakyushu, Japan. It's a monstrosity of the imagination as if a Burroughs virus hijacked the machinery of Finnigan's Wake and replicated itself as a litera-teratus. Illustrator Nick Patterson joins Bradley in the procedure with ninety disturbing images of Bosch-like detail you don't want to see on the way home from your local head shop." - John Ivan-Palmer, Exquisite Corpse "Tom Bradley is one of the most exasperating, offensive, pleasurable, and brilliant writers I know. I recommend his work to anyone with spiritual fortitude and a taste for something so strange that it might well be genius." -Denis Dutton, Arts & Letters Daily "Tom Bradley is one of the most exasperating, offensive, pleasurable, and brilliant writers I know. I recommend his work to anyone with spiritual fortitude and a taste for something so strange that it might well be genius." -Denis Dutton, Arts & Letters Daily "I tell you that Dr. Bradley has devoted his existence to writing because he intends for every center of consciousness, everywhere, in all planes and conditions (not just terrestrial female Homo sapiens in breeding prime), to love him forever, starting as soon as possible, though he's prepared to wait thousands of centuries after he's dead." -Cye Johan, Exquisite Corpse Journal "The contemporaries of Michelangelo found it useful to employ the term 'terribilita' to characterize some of the expressions of his genius, and I will quote it here to sum up the shocking impact of this work as a whole. I read it in a state of fascination, admiration, awe, anxiety, and outrage." -R.V. Cassill, editor of The Norton Anthology of Fiction

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"One of the hallmarks of TOM BRADLEY's work is a mania that reads as ecstasy . . . a mad enthusiasm, an insatiable glee, an absolute pleasure in the written word."-Jonathan Penton, author of Standards of Sadiddy"The real point of reading TOM BRADLEY, aside from his illumination of the ridiculous and grotesque world around us, is the rolling cadence of his pitch-perfect writing."-James Kendley, author of The Drowning God"TOM BRADLEY has long been known for repeatedly performing, at will, almost offhandedly, a task one would have thought impossible, perhaps magical, in these latter jaded days: the invention of new genres."-HTMLGIANT

Read about Tom Bradley's teenage gig performing grotesquely on the harp at a geothermal spa, deep in the savage Utah desert.The place is run by a coven of polygamist Kali-worshipping tantric orgiasts who sell fake Crowley memorabilia to rock star Jimmy Page.

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"Bless me, curse meFor better or worsemy fallopian fall into matter..."After making careful preparations to ensure himself a proper reincarnation, the dying Aleister Crowley flubs one syllable of the magickal incantation and comes back as... Elmer Fudd.

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Here are three screenplays collected in print for the first time, from the prolific bizarro genius Tom Bradley. Each screenplay is adapted from a novel of the same name. LEMUR - damnation and salvation in the food services industry. VITAL FLUID - rival hypnotists stage a bizarre series of showdowns. BOMB BABY - a manhunt through Hiroshima's lightless crannies. ' . . . brilliant, evocative writing. Bizarre imagination set free. An enviable skill.' -Consuelo Boland

Tom Bradley received his novelist's calling at the age of nineteen. He climbed into the moonlit mountains around his hometown, where he got an unambiguous vocation with physical symptoms and everything, just like Martin Luther in the electric storm. He doesn't recall being on acid at the time. He buzzed permanently off from America in 1985, moved to Red China, and has lurked around the left rim of the Pacific ever since, in a successful search for sinecures that steal virtually no time and absolutely no mental energy from his writing. Further curiosity can be indulged at tombradley.org synopsis Visit a relocation center for spastics, mental defectives and political derelicts in the jungle outside Foo-Chow. Help prepare Japan's Crown Princess for "bridal breach" in the Togu Palace. Watch youngsters being exposed to elemental mercury in a Soviet kindergarten. Poke around for uncollapsed blood vessels with a junkie tart during High Mass in China's underground church. Learn how to make a movie from absolute scratch using only stuff you can find in the back yard. Reviews ...a writer with a gloriously skewed and multitudinous vision... --Darran Anderson, "3: AM Magazine" Tom Bradley is the libertine that Camille Paglia tries to portray herself as, in order to keep her Jocasta fantasies at bay.--Jonathan Penton, "When Spencer met Hannibal: Recreational Cannibalism in the New American Century" It takes a twisted sense of humor to appreciate this lunatic scholar, degenerate Harold Bloom, and biblical madman.--John-Ivan Palmer, "nthposition Magazine" Tom Bradley is one of the most exasperating, offensive, pleasurable, and brilliant writers I know. I recommend his work to anyone with spiritual fortitude and a taste for something so strange that it might well be genius.--Denis Dutton, editor of" Arts & Letters Daily" The contemporaries of Michelangelo found it useful to employ the term "terribilita" to characterize some of the expressions of his genius, and I will quote it here to sum up the shocking impact of this work as a whole. I read it in a state of fascination, admiration, awe, anxiety, and outrage.--R.V. Cassill, editor of "The Norton Anthology of Fiction" I tell you that Dr. Bradley has devoted his existence to writing because he intends for every center of consciousness, everywhere, in all planes and conditions (not just terrestrial female Homo sapiens in breeding prime), to love him forever, starting as soon as possible, though he's prepared to wait thousands of centuries after he's dead.--Cye Johan, "Critical Appendix, Fission Among the Fanatics"

In the middle of the Adriatic Sea during Neronic times, in Hiroshima Cathedral's demon-infested basement, in the royal elephant stables of a Hindustani town three millennia ago, in a Tokyo AIDS hospice disguised as a derelict kindergarten, on a yacht anchored off a South China leper isolation colony, and on top of a skull-shaped and -textured geothermal formation in the prune-colored midnight. Celebrated author Tom Bradley's latest short story collection, Hemorrhaging Slave of an Obese Eunuch, will take you to all of these places.