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A delightful ski run through the crags of the millennial mind, THE FACE OF OUR TOWN will dazzle readers with its wordplay and dark, modern humor. This novelish by E. Quate maintains its relentless, addictive self-awareness in the face of loneliness, boredom, and the what-the-fuckedness of everyday life. Do yourself a favor: get off the highway at the Velton exit, and ask for Elwood Munn.
— Kelly Luce, author of Pull Me Under
Here is a young writer with ... a maze-like mind and breath of imagination that I find both invigorating and exhausting at the same time. This is a book that breathes heavy and hard to the point where I found myself running out of breath, my heart racing, just to keep pace with his adrenalized prose pyrotechnics. Nabokov said, 'Without style, I have nothing.' There is miles of style in these pages, and a very specific sense of something-ness that Quate is in full-throttled control of. As both reader and blurber, I am a happy thrill-rider being swept along for the ride.
— Peter Markus, author of The Fish and the Not Fish
I don’t want to be told a story, I want to experience a story. I’ve said this many times to writers both emerging and established in my quest for tales that blur the divide between author and reader, the ones that take me out of myself and transport me to another place and another mind. I’ve found no better example of this recently than Quate’s The Face of Our Town, an intellectual journey into the jaded, corporate-deflated, hyper-connected yet lonely lives of the good people of Velton and its Detroitish nearby environs.
— Joe Ponepinto, author of Curtain Calls: A Novel of the Great War
It is so refreshing when a new voice emerges from the cacophony of contemporary literature. “The Face of Our Town” may not suit everyone’s esthetic because it is so raw, revealing and spontaneous. Like James Joyce and Jack Kerouac, the author has captured the zeitgeist in a stream-of-consciousness paradigm that resembles–at times–a poetry slam, random thoughts, and brain farts. Reading it is as energizing as drinking a pot of fresh kombucha.
— Wayne Goodman, author of The Seed of Immortality: Mahjong at Changshou Shan
Just finished this a couple of nights ago and It's still rippling through my mind, of course, in the afterglow of a psychedelic journey through inner space.
I knew from the get-go that this book would inhabit me in ways that few books do. When I tore open the package and gazed upon the cover I 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 beyond a shadow of a doubt that things were shifting, psychically, and that the world was going to get a 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙩 ≋s≋t≋r≋a≋n≋g≋e≋r≋ as I traversed these pages. As we know, some books choose us. We are fated to find one another.
This book is for the curious, the hungry.
E. Quate is an exceptional wordsmith, forging some of the most surprising sentences I’ve come across to date. This is a book for *our* generation, wherever you find yourself on the arbitrary age continuum. (After all, I’m still a 17-year-old kid making his way in a 44-year-old meat wagon, with a consciousness just as curious as the day light first struck my corneas…) If you are a Facebooker with access to the internet (obvs), have a smartphone, have fallen in / out of love, ever, then this book is for you. If you have ever wondered about psychogeography, the meaning of money, the strangeness of the meta/multiverse, and are tickled pink by the potential of the word to transform consciousness into something newer-fresher-wiser-happier, then [YES!] this book is for you.
- Sam Valentine, reader posting review on Facebook, December, 2021
— Kelly Luce, author of Pull Me Under
Here is a young writer with ... a maze-like mind and breath of imagination that I find both invigorating and exhausting at the same time. This is a book that breathes heavy and hard to the point where I found myself running out of breath, my heart racing, just to keep pace with his adrenalized prose pyrotechnics. Nabokov said, 'Without style, I have nothing.' There is miles of style in these pages, and a very specific sense of something-ness that Quate is in full-throttled control of. As both reader and blurber, I am a happy thrill-rider being swept along for the ride.
— Peter Markus, author of The Fish and the Not Fish
I don’t want to be told a story, I want to experience a story. I’ve said this many times to writers both emerging and established in my quest for tales that blur the divide between author and reader, the ones that take me out of myself and transport me to another place and another mind. I’ve found no better example of this recently than Quate’s The Face of Our Town, an intellectual journey into the jaded, corporate-deflated, hyper-connected yet lonely lives of the good people of Velton and its Detroitish nearby environs.
— Joe Ponepinto, author of Curtain Calls: A Novel of the Great War
It is so refreshing when a new voice emerges from the cacophony of contemporary literature. “The Face of Our Town” may not suit everyone’s esthetic because it is so raw, revealing and spontaneous. Like James Joyce and Jack Kerouac, the author has captured the zeitgeist in a stream-of-consciousness paradigm that resembles–at times–a poetry slam, random thoughts, and brain farts. Reading it is as energizing as drinking a pot of fresh kombucha.
— Wayne Goodman, author of The Seed of Immortality: Mahjong at Changshou Shan
Just finished this a couple of nights ago and It's still rippling through my mind, of course, in the afterglow of a psychedelic journey through inner space.
I knew from the get-go that this book would inhabit me in ways that few books do. When I tore open the package and gazed upon the cover I 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 beyond a shadow of a doubt that things were shifting, psychically, and that the world was going to get a 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙩 ≋s≋t≋r≋a≋n≋g≋e≋r≋ as I traversed these pages. As we know, some books choose us. We are fated to find one another.
This book is for the curious, the hungry.
E. Quate is an exceptional wordsmith, forging some of the most surprising sentences I’ve come across to date. This is a book for *our* generation, wherever you find yourself on the arbitrary age continuum. (After all, I’m still a 17-year-old kid making his way in a 44-year-old meat wagon, with a consciousness just as curious as the day light first struck my corneas…) If you are a Facebooker with access to the internet (obvs), have a smartphone, have fallen in / out of love, ever, then this book is for you. If you have ever wondered about psychogeography, the meaning of money, the strangeness of the meta/multiverse, and are tickled pink by the potential of the word to transform consciousness into something newer-fresher-wiser-happier, then [YES!] this book is for you.
- Sam Valentine, reader posting review on Facebook, December, 2021
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THE LONE INHABITANT OF GRATIOT SOUTH-LEG TRAFFIC CONTROL ISLAND in SLEEPINGFISH
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SLOWLY FADING OUT in JOYLAND MAGAZINE
COMMENTARY in THE AMERICAN PROSPECT
DREAM OF THE AZTEC in WRITING THAT RISKS: NEW WORK FROM BEYOND THE MAINSTREAM (ANTHOLOGY)
OVEREXTENDED in VOICEWORKS
PUBLICATIONS
YEARS ARE SENTENCES in RABID OAK
MAKE BIG $$$ HOSTING FACES ON YOUR HEAD in AND SO YEAH
YOUR LIFE in MANNEQUIN HAUS
FOUR OF EVERYTHING in ENTROPY
TWO POEMS in HOLLOW: ISSUE V
THE VERY REMOTE EMPLOYEE in SPARKLE + BLINK
SIMPLE THINGS in CHICAGO LITERATI
FOUR POEMS in SPAM ZINE (UK)
OUR NAME GETS WEEPY in GROUND FRESH THURSDAY
TWO POEMS in E-RATIO
THE HUSH PARADE in BIG LUCKS
FIVE POEMS in KILLER WHALE JOURNAL
MY IDEA FOR THIS STORY and DEAR WONDERFUL STRANGER in INTRINSICK
THE VAGINA STICK-UP in SPARKLE + BLINK
TWO POEMS in WORK TO A CALM
DETROIT'S HOUSING CRISIS IS ITS LEADERS FAULT in THE HUFFINGTON POST
ARS PROSAICA (IMPOSSIBILITIES) in CHICAGO LITERATI
TOILET FISH in TAHOMA LITERARY REVIEW
THE HEART in MINOR LITERATURES
POPO & IX in MAUDLIN HOUSE
THE LONE INHABITANT OF GRATIOT SOUTH-LEG TRAFFIC CONTROL ISLAND in SLEEPINGFISH
PERU, ILLINOIS in AXOLOTL
SWALLOWED in CHICAGO LITERATI
7/MESCALINE in 3ELEMENTS REVIEW
SLOWLY FADING OUT in JOYLAND MAGAZINE
COMMENTARY in THE AMERICAN PROSPECT
DREAM OF THE AZTEC in WRITING THAT RISKS: NEW WORK FROM BEYOND THE MAINSTREAM (ANTHOLOGY)
OVEREXTENDED in VOICEWORKS