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A dark love story of emotional turbulence, obsessive fixation, perceptual disorientation, unabated insomnia-with madness waiting in the wings.
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REVIEWS:
"No sleep, no rest for the mind just makes the descent all the more quick. Self-Murder is the tale of a man who falls deeper and deeper into a haze of confusion, as his insomnia deprives him of sleep and he finds his only comfort in the excesses of life. As he pursues love, the strength of that emotion only spins his life out even more, and as he loses control of reality, he may do things he regrets. Self-Murder is a…mehr

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Produktbeschreibung
A dark love story of emotional turbulence, obsessive fixation, perceptual disorientation, unabated insomnia-with madness waiting in the wings.

Second Edition

REVIEWS:

"No sleep, no rest for the mind just makes the descent all the more quick. Self-Murder is the tale of a man who falls deeper and deeper into a haze of confusion, as his insomnia deprives him of sleep and he finds his only comfort in the excesses of life. As he pursues love, the strength of that emotion only spins his life out even more, and as he loses control of reality, he may do things he regrets. Self-Murder is a fascinating and excellent psychological thriller readers won't be able to put down."-Midwest Book Review

"A phantasmagoria of unbridled lust, sexual obsession, and stealth madness, Robert Scott Leyse's Self-Murder is a dazzling indictment of desire that brims with sensory imagery and moments of exquisite verbal beauty delivered by a narrative voice that is baroque but disturbing and more than a little reminiscent of Edgar Allan Poe."-Gary Earl Ross, Edgar Award-winning author of Blackbird Rising: A Novel of the American Spirit

"Robert Scott Leyse channels Baudelaire's Queen of Spades and Jack of Hearts, speaking darkly of dead loves, in this new book. He also reminds me of James Purdy's notorious eccentricity. There's plenty of middlebrow stuff if you want it. Self-Murder isn't that."-Kris Saknussemm, author of Private Midnight

"Self-Murder is lush sensuality of language injected with menace. A vivid portrait of mental disintegration and an explosive picture-show. Hallucinations without substance-abuse. Overwrought nerves and insomnia are Self-Murder's drugs of choice."-George Fosty, ESPN featured author of Black Ice

"Here is a psychological struggle and sensual breakout where you best get a comfortable seat, grab the joy stick, and hang on. Self-Murder is a delicious look at the mystery of self-psychoanalysis, sensual release, acceptance of gifts of the tallest order, or the lowest."-Tom Sheehan, author of Epic Cures

"In Self-Murder, Robert Scott Leyse achieves a striking stylistic gallimaufrey: Proustian memories underpinning thoughts, words, and deeds; obsession treated in a way which evokes Lolita without those irritating Nabokovian curlicues; romps that Henry Miller would have enjoyed; a finale that delivers a blow to the solar plexus."-Barry Baldwin, Emeritus Professor of Classics, U. of Calgary, Fellow of the Royal Society of Canada


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Autorenporträt
Robert Scott Leyse was born in San Francisco, grew up in various locales about America, lived in Paris for a spell, and presently resides in Manhattan, Sun Valley, ID, and Puerto Rico. Upon arrival in Manhattan he lived in East Village dumps and worked as a New York cab driver on the night shift, with the aim of atoning for a sheltered upbringing and having adventures the likes of which he'd never had before and expectation was vastly surpassed. Subsequently he worked in the legal field, where he was pleasantly surprised to find adventures of the office shenanigans variety were to be had and sought them out at every turn. Thereafter he switched to the more tech-friendly advertising industry, where he favored working remotely (well before COVID), amazed himself by getting away with an absurd amount of escapades on company time. He eats fish heads and insects and drinks blood, but can't be paid to eat potato chips or cake.