Coriander, Meandering Slanderer

Dink Flapple, former boy-wonder and man-child of late, embarks on a metaphysical journey that defies all reason, unwittingly proving witlessness wise in matters space-time, interplanetary travel, and, of course, unicycling. Madcap misadventures ensue, involving friendships old and new, seedy television programming, indiscriminate ingestion, superfluous bionic limbs, the esoteric discipline of fibersmith-forging, and a blurring of the very distinction between the living and the dead.

Yes: Butlers, courtiers, rodents, and technologists. Wigs and accordions. Demigods and dodecadogs.

An ostensibly "sci-fi/fantasy" novella jam-packed with idiosyncratic absurdities and an immodest dash of doggerel to boot, Coriander, Meandering Slanderer leads the reader down a rabbit hole as rewarding as it is pointless. Maddeningly prolix passages of purple prose downshift jarringly to terse dei ex machina at the most inopportune moments, and to dizzyingly dazzling effect. Readers just about everywhere probably cannot help but refrain from withholding their hailing as a complete triumph this intoxicatingly sobering "Saturnian sizzler" of a story.