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The Drool Room - Digital EditionThe Drool Room - Digital Edition (e-book)

Download: $10.00

Angry, frustrated, and certain that nothing around him makes sense – the narrator of this uniquely conceived book forces you to look at the world through his eyes: as a dyslexic student in the earliest days of Special Education, as a self-destructive teenager fighting his way through life, as a New York City cop trying to survive The Bronx streets during the 1980s – as a child, a lover, a parent. --- Ira David Socol’s debut novel brings you to the sharpest edges of our society through a sequence of compelling and remarkable stories – stories as fascinating and entertaining as they are painful and disturbing.

The Drool RoomThe Drool Room (book)

Print: $16.00

Angry, frustrated, and certain that nothing around him makes sense – the narrator of this uniquely conceived book forces you to look at the world through his eyes: as a dyslexic student in the earliest days of Special Education, as a self-destructive teenager fighting his way through life, as a New York City cop trying to survive The Bronx streets during the 1980s – as a child, a lover, a parent. --- Ira David Socol’s debut novel brings you to the sharpest edges of our society through a sequence of compelling and remarkable stories – stories as fascinating and entertaining as they are painful and disturbing.

A Certain Place of DreamsA Certain Place of Dreams (book)

Print: $15.00

More than four dozen pieces of microfiction that are set in and around the northern Irish city of Derry carry the reader to places of incredible beauty and vicious nightmare, times of absolute joy and moments of complete terror. In stories which tread a blurred line between poetry and prose, a never named and not-quite described narrator reveals a story both national and personal, played out upon a canvas filled with stunning landscapes and fascinating characters. ---- “I say it again, “this is pretty much the end of the earth,” and she just smiles. “Well, certainly,” I admit, “there are the Faroes out lost in the fog somewhere beyond and even past that Iceland sure, but that’s really only for Vikings and drunk Germans who like to get naked in the hot pools,” and she just laughs.” But really it is just wild water until it turns to ice and ice until you’re going south again and the ice turns into Siberia.” – from "for Owen who did not think Donegal had proper beaches"