DEPUIS 2019
The war is over, but it’s in the way of Ellie’s future. Music is everything, but she can only play piano within the silenced walls of a padded room. The war is over, but America isn’t safe, Mother says, no place is safe...Abandoned, 11-year-old Ismael Canul is a case number in the System. The empty people didn't want him, but he’s surrounded by them everywhere...Collected for the first time in a single volume, Serret’s Playing God and Never Human bracket the close of the Long Twentieth Century, confronting the coloniality of voice, indigenous and immigrant anomie, and the struggle for identity from the Cold War to the uncertain near future.
The Large Print edition of Grendel Wept features a unique oversized design in a custom Golden Ratio trim size of 6.8 by 11-inches, featuring a wraparound of the Stoclet frieze by Gustav Klimt on the front and bacover.
More metal than metal, concert-style Grendel Wept shirts in heavyweight, garment-dyed 100% ringspun cotton are available worldwide.
2011. Two years before Snowden.Hiding in plain sight as a consultant in the gig economy, Finn trades in information. He returned from Japan last year, a 23-year-old Darknet impresario with Yakuza ties, ink, and an MBA from a prominent university.alias: APHID GRINFinn hooks up with Chloë, a fashionable grad-school dropout, uptown. She draws him into a social scene he's only glimpsed from the college-bar sidelines, rubbing elbows with the City's élite; but when a foiled heist leaves him scrambling for cover, he loses himself within his rising celebrity as ‘Gigi’, young society's latest It-girl, unsure of the way back... or a way out.C. P. Serret presents a roman noir, post-postmodernité, of an individual struggle with alienation, anomie, and authenticity; of cybercrime gone wrong and a roller-coaster crash with the rich kids of Instagram—an off-the-rails carnivalised plunge ‘ablaze with... sinister lies, syndicates, and traumatic upheavals’ (Willow Greymoor, San Francisco Book Review).

‘This he had proposed in secret to himself, that if he labored without ceasing, without tiring, he might produce something which would at all events be art, which would stand wholly apart from the objects shaped like books, printed with printers’ ink, and called by the name of books that he had read.’
—A. Machen, The Hill of DreamsFounded in 2019, l’lart pour l’art is the uncompromised literary mission of Tempest & Gayle. Erudites are invited to partake, here at the farthest shore from mass-market constraints.« Cet été les roses sont bleues; le bois c’est du verre. La terre drapée dans sa verdure me fait aussi peu d’effet qu’un revenant. C’est vivre et cesser de vivre qui sont des solutions imaginaires. L’existence est ailleurs. »
—A. Breton, Manifestes du Surréalisme
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