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“In this remarkably varied collection of short stories, Koweski uses his blow torch wit to expose the sad excesses and frailties of ordinary people he has come to love and hate.” –George Anderson, Bold Monkey
“Karl’s stories are places your wife would rather you didn’t go, but sometimes you just have to. All the fun and adventure of a drunken night in the bad part of town, but no hangover in the morning.” – William Taylor Jr., author of The Hunger Season
“Koweski once again shows his breadth as a writer in this witty and engaging collection.” – Rebecca Schumejda, author of Falling Forward
“Koweski has made weapons for death from grim humor, greasepaint and grave social interactions.” – Frankie Metro, The HIGHdra Syndicate
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“Karl Koweski has written a gritty collection of stories rooted in the long tradition of American realism with just enough weirdness and humor to keep readers unbalanced.” – Nate Graziano, author of After The Honeymoon
“Karl Koweski’s writing makes me laugh out loud and cringe at the same time. It takes talent and endurance to pull that off and Koweski is a master at both.” – Tony DuShane, author of Confessions of a Teenage Jesus Jerk
“Blood And Greasepaint by Karl Koweski is flat out funny – every joke carefully constructed and waiting to detonate like a comedic landmine.” – Wolfgang Carstens, author of Crudely Mistaken For Life
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Blood And Greasepaint
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22.00
Prose by Karl Koweski
202 pages
$17.50 + shipping
ISBN: 978-1-926860-03-9
Epic Rites Press, January 2011
202 pages
$17.50 + shipping
ISBN: 978-1-926860-03-9
Epic Rites Press, January 2011
Orders outside Canada and the United States will be billed additional shipping costs.
About Karl Koweski
Photo copyright © David Moore
Karl Koweski moved from Chicago to Alabama fourteen years ago and became the 432nd Alabama resident to read a book, a feat he accomplished 46 times in the last decade alone. An enemy of the Amish everywhere, Koweski has death warrants out in no fewer than twenty Mennonite communities. When not chroming metal or battling ninjas, The Polish Hammer, as he’s affectionately called by members of the Polish Hammer Cult of Immortality by Suicide, spends his time lounging beneath the mighty oak tree in the back acres of his compound writing poetry, stories, columns, and novels.
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