Scribblings of a Madman - Paul Tristram - Bog

Paul Tristram is a modern day social commentator who can weave tales about life, love and the joy of intoxication into a variety of formats that use a combination of anarchic words and working class observations to create pieces of fiction that are both unique and thoroughly unforgettable. Although Punk may have had its day, through this writer, I can see that its spirit is far from dead. -Lisa Knight, Imaginalis (London) Paul Tristram mesmerizes with humor and stark reality, causing the reader to ponder and see the world and its characters in a different light of awareness. -Stephen Jarrell Williams, Dead Snakes (USA) Paul Tristram's writing is as hard-hitting as it is gritty. There's a wealth of experience in the viscera of each piece he heaves to the table, butchered and ready for the eyes to feast upon. -E.S. Wynn, Leaves of Ink (USA) Scribblings Of A Mad Man is an exercise in creativity, combining short stories with letter writing and journal keeping with an unhealthy dose of alcohol, drugs and craziness thrown into the bong mix. Although sectioned off (like mental patients) into separate parts, there is a strange cord of common sense running through the centre of the book when viewed as a whole. It's a strange journey into the unknown at times but at the same time quite comforting in its strange familiarity. It is both hilarious and a tapestry of the absurd and always worth another gander. There is no red or blue pill here but both pills together under a keg of beer. You will never be the same after reading this, and you should be grateful for this. It views the world sideways with empathy and understanding then sucker punches you with a hundred mile an hour, de-railed locomotive of insanity further on down the page. It is part abstract novel and part unusual documentation of thought in freefall. It's the story of a man surrounded by crazy people whilst being chained to a typewriter, you can almost feel him clinging to shredding sanity with every word he punches home. It's a documentation of Bedsit outcasts cast together in an ever changing sea of alcohol and madness, living for the day and surviving through the chaos of unsettled, damaged lives. It's the under dogs not winning but causing more bizarre situations for themselves, knowingly and laughing inanely as they do it. It's low-life with a heart, criminals with compassion and landlocked Merchant Seamen still aboard ship within their frazzled minds. A twisted viewpoint of the dispossessed, a laugh and a beer with mountain sized characters, everyone of them away with the fairies completely, all comical and tragic almost at the very same time. Lastly, it's about a writer giving his talent free reign and bobsleighing wildly down his imagination, with no parachute, safety net nor fear of the fall. An experiment in literary gymnastics unlike anything that's come before.