If you are in New York and miss this, you’re nuts: This Saturday (November 21st) starting at 9:00 at Fontana’s Bar (Eldridge between Broome and Grand), a party for the new 7th issue of New York Tyrant, as well as the release of the first edition in Tyrant Books, a limited edition hardback book called Baby Leg, by the master Brian Evenson. Hardback, linen cover with bronze emboss and Brian has also dipped his hands in blood and fingerprinted the covers.

If that wasn’t enough, there is an open Bar (tequila and beer), plus two bands (Doppelganger and Dead Sparrows).

You can also now order the fully released Baby Leg at the Tyrant site. 400 copies exist, and they will be gone.

Here’s a mini review blurb I wrote for the book:

Via a series of sparely rendered dream loops, each wormed so deep into the other that it is no longer safe to say which might be which, Baby Leg extends the already wide mind-belt of Brian Evenson’s terror parade another mile, and well beyond. Those familiar with the Evensonian memory fractals, his freak-noir theaters, and his fetish for leagues of amputees, will find herein not only another puzzle box to nuzzle in its reader’s memory long after the book is closed, but as well enough blood and fearlight and paranoia to make Kafka or Hitchcock seem a foundling. “Who am I?” our narrator, Kraus asks, among Baby Leg’s endless questionings, its barrage. “Where am I?” “What is it?” “And now?” Thereafter, through the magicked wrath of Evenson’s dream speaking, from each of these questions birth more questions, and more questions, on and on, creating around the reader a glassy lockbox much like the one we find, we think, our Kraus, poor thing, inside.

And here’s what they look like preblood:

Magick.