There’s a new fictioneer in town and he’s not leaving until he wins all the Hugos!
It’s Hugo Season, and you know that means! Time to lock up your kids, get out your XXXL cosplay, and hop on the next flight to Helsinki for a little glad-handing, circle-jerking, and ivory tower exclusion to save the world from the wrong kind of inclusivity.
The smash hit success of Shitlord: The Triggering gave your ‘umble host a sipped at the sweet ambrosia of success, and Daddy wants more, More, MORE! This time xhe’s not looking for financial remuneration – xer day job as a video booth mop boy more than covers the protection money xhe pays the local homeless mob for the dry spot in the culvert that xhe calls home. No xir, this round of prose was written for one reason and one reason only – the validation that can only be provided by a far off room full of strangers! (E. Reagan Wright doesn’t have Facebook, so xhe needs his fix somehow, and the silver rocket handed out by his fellow blobby sci-fi authors will look great shining in the light of the Circle K that xhe can see from xer culvert.)
Following hot on the heels of his smash hit, The Prolapsing Empire, comes E. Reagan Wright’s crystal magnum opus, Hugo Bait. This epic 3,300 word short story checks all the boxes necessary for the modern Hugos, and it was written by a bona-fide gender dysmorphic, so according to the Hugo fanboys, you know it’s good. Not only was it written by the right kind of person – not one of those filthy white males, not for long anyway – it features the obtuse prose and literary chicanery that makes it a slog to read, and if that wasn’t enough, it features a bleak and depressing world view that is guaranteed to leave you wanting to put the business end of a gun in your mouth and practice a little end of life care: The Home Edition. It’s fun for the whole family!
Orwellian double speak? It’s in there! Sexual deviancy? Woah Nelly, it’s got reams of it! Smug condescension? Come on, it’s E. Reagan Wright – I piss smug condescension for breakfast!
It’s vague. It’s literary. It’s tedious. It’s written by the right kind of person. It’s everything you ever wanted in a Hugo nominee!
You should buy a copy today, so that when the Hugo Awards roll around in 2018, you can say you were there when E. Reagan Wright began his march to the see you next Tuesdays!
Available for pre-order now, or you can wait until Friday, April 28th, when it drops faster than Walter Breen’s pants in a boys’ preschool class.