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Rob Hardin

Distorture

Rob Hardin is the author of Distorture, a callously florid collection of short stories that seduced the Firecracker Award into being won and then told the award it should really start seeing other people. His fiction and essays have manipulated their way into the anthologies Avant-Pop: Fiction for a Daydream NationPostmodern Culture, Storming the Reality Studio, In the SlipstreamForbidden Acts, Mississippi Review's Best of the Web Anthology and An Exaltation of Forms (which also contains the sheet music for an art song he composed on his poem, "The Justine Variations"). As a studio musician, he has intimidated others into using him on more than forty albums. He's currently an editor at Sensitive Skin Magazine

 


"For those who appreciate dark fiction and can accept the truly cutting edge, Rob Hardin's cerebral Distorture will come as a revelation and cause for celebration." —Paula Guran, Dark Echo


"Rob Hardin's beautiful nightmare prose foresees a future ravaged w/sexual disconsolation, boys haunted by girls and girls lost in scarification. His muse is the nyc tenement rat delirious in conflicted greyscale psychosis. Inside the blood and heartbreak, he senses mystery. And he writes with the terror of love released." —Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth

"Distorture is dedicated, in part, to Susan Walsh, a former Village Voice writer and go-go dancer who disappeared mysteriously. Her specter and those of other fallen angels haunt Rob Hardin’s baroque imagination. In a sense, they are a metaphor for the exquisitely depraved Loisaida we lost, the one we’ve been forced to grow out of by a patriarch mayor and a relentless real estate economy that leaves no margin for self-destructive dreamers and gloriously non-conformist fools: 'I could only relive those polluted nights in memoriam; could only commemorate the times I last saw her alive; where passion swam, submerged in the past—which is, of course, the only thing that lasts.'” —Sarah Ferguson, The Village Voice