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Feather Like Leather [Heartworm #27]
by Chris Leo
Published by Heartworm Press
Leo's fourth book, Feathers Like Leather, is a collection of short stories, poems and etymologies, each a raw and urgent account of his life abroad--even in his own hometown. From obsessive language dissection to personal sexual questionings, Leo lends a relentless charm to his writing that emanates from the page as if it's being sung.
First edition of 500 copies.
One of troubador/flaneur Chris Leo's claims to fame is that he holds the highest score on the rigorous New York City Tour Guide Exam. He's done a lot of walking in his days. Over the past decade, dividing his time between Manhattan and Cupra Marittima, Italy, the walking has amounted to a gamut of lyric texts reflecting his follies and diversions along the way in an apropos hodgepodge of formats. From his novels White Pigeons and 57 Octaves, which come with accompanying music and drawings, to his polylingual children's book Coomoococklemungmung, illustrated by Buenos Aires-based artist Francesca Massai, to albums with his word-burdened bands The Van Pelt, The Lapse and Vague Angels, the delivery is always the same: cat's paw on a very big mouse.
"Besides Gem Spa and Katz's Delicatessen, Chris Leo might be all that we have left of New York. You can feel the morning coming on strong as his characters scurry home from haunts that the city can no longer house. Chris Leo's pulse is the precise reason we hustled to get to Manhattan and hustled even harder to stay in it. His ghosts of youth recapture the desired atmosphere that astray travelers seek. New America has the transcendental guide for worlds that can no longer be reached."
-- Max G. Morton, author of Indestructible Wolves of the Apocalypse Junkyard