Weight | 0.2085 kg |
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Dimensions | 210 × 150 × 12 mm |
Cover | Paperback |
Publication Year | 2022 |
Publisher | Wrecking Ball Press |
£12.00
Four Letter Words
Bold, gritty and blackly comic, Michael Stewart’s new collection of short fiction, Four Letter Words, explores twin contemporary urban dystopias: work and home.
Stylish and unsettling with a seam of black comedy running throughout the collection, Four Letter Words is a baker’s dozen of modern urban noir that offers responses to a number of contemporary concerns such as homelessness, addiction and sexual exploitation.
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