The Projectionist

So here it is: Bigfoot’s debut novel. I told him not to, and he’s gone and done it anyway, and I’d have to say, even for him—it’s properly out there.

I would’ve suggested he wrote about something he knew about—like mooching about in caves or counting trees—but he’s written a story about a girl who projects stories out of her eye, a friend called Tooth Fairy, a giant mind-destroying vine, and a cinema in the most peculiar place you can ever imagine. It’s like a story, about stories, in a world without stories, and a girl who makes stories; if you follow?

Oddly, some folk seem quite taken with it in a sort of magical wonderland type of way, and who am I to argue (although naming a goldfish ‘Hemingway’ is beyond the pale in my humble opinion!)

(Buy it here.)