Out now on The Red Ceilings Press.
Incredibly, SJ Fowler’s recipes turn into poems as soon as you read them: exotic, nonsensical, provocative, furiously funny, but also tender and intimate (in their own way).
Don’t try this at home. – Frédéric Forte (member of the Oulipo)
If this is some of what he ate where, then SJ Fowler also swallowed Antonin Artaud whole, calmed his stomach with bumblebees and psychedelics instead of milk of magnesia, and then started pogoing. These recipes are in the grand tradition of The Futurist Cookbook (offeringchickenfiat; elasticake; simultaneous fruit), and Harry Mathews’ famous “Country Cooking” (bludgeoned with an underwater boomerang)– and provide food for thought for the hungriest of readers. Binge and purge! This little book has completely cured my lactose intolerance. – Dr Tim Atkins (author of “The Atkins Diet”)
SJ Fowler squeezes the lemon and lime and shame all over Pee Wee Herman’s full English breakfast. He drops a pineapple in the Virgin Mary’s favoured bucket. He has done things you should not cook and done them deliberately with aubergines. He cleaves to the bat and the ruined ape. These are not necessarily bad things. – Tom Jenks
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