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On my third birthday, my father, in an attempt to get me to stop sucking my thumb, gave me a gun.
"Today son, you are a man," he said, snatching the little blue binky from my little pink hand.
So I shot him.
So begins MORT MORTE, a macabre, coming-of-age story full of butchered butchers, badly used Boy Scouts, blown-up Englishman, virginity-plucking cheerleaders, and many nice cups of tea.
Poignantly poetic, hypnotically hysterical, sweetly surreal, and chock full of the blackest comedy, MORT MORTE is like Lewis Carrol having brunch with the kid from The Tin Drum and Oedipus, just before he plucks his eyes out.
In the end though, <i>Mort Morte </i>is a story about a boy who really loves his mother.
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