Bücher von David McLean

a collection of poems written after rereading "Mille plateaux" by Deleuze & Guattari.

The eviscerating negation of a pristine surgeon, this book culminates in a collection of what represents McLean's finest work to date. These are no bullshit poems, etched with a masterful control of both succinct language and piercing imagery, born of a restless intellect, at once at war with the within and the without. This book has the capacity to make you feel empowered in the face of the Nothing that is, and you will thank him for it...

A novel without plot about a murder rising from the emptiness that is words. David McLean's first novel demonstrates that the form is neither dead nor the exclusive province of literary establishment windbags. "A very nasty book. The repetition, rather than diminishing the effect, served rather to hammer home the innate nastiness and bleakness until it rang like a heavenly bell." (David Mitchell - author)

Here are words to somewhat deconstruct your daily lives. McLean delivers sermons of a beautiful nothing(s) enriched by perceptions that pervasively cover the very lives you follow inanely day in, day out. He dissects the mundane and the superfluity of existence (if any) with a hacksaw and without much anaesthetic. His language is cutting, divisive, insightful, deploring, archaic but strong with a fleshy boldness that should and will be revered. David McLean seeks out the plastic and then tends to look underneath the plasticity of what man has made; the absurdity of god, the hilarity of societal values and the hypocritical agenda of righteous folk. The lesion of what McLean explores in this collection is indeed the nonsense that dominates us all whether aware or unaware however, after you read this blistering book, you'll be sure to be angry at something in this dying world. Craig Podmore (Author of The Origin of Manias, Oneiros Books)

Love hate murder sex - the boiling down of western culture to its primitive urges, horror movies as the sublimation of our self-loathing, married to a critique of the 'society of the spectacle'. Powerful stuff.