Wretch: or, The Unbecoming of Porcelain Khaw

Praise for Eric LaRocca:

Wretch takes Isherwood's A Single Man and sends it down the raw, thrilling path of body horror, combining a classy read with shudders galore.
-Chuck Palahniuk, bestselling author of Fight Club

Inviting, astounding, sinister. Desperation bleeds with love through the pages of Wretch until the two become inseparable, and by the time you notice their tide, you're already drowning. LaRocca presents grief thrown down twisted passages with no exit, only an ultimate black-hole center of universal collapse. A gripping, mesmerizing descent.
-Hailey Piper, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of A Game in Yellow

A novel about the exquisite pain of suffering in the face of loss, Wretch is a chiaroscuro masterpiece which captures the nature of what it means to be longingly, abjectly human. A dark song, which is nevertheless filled with flecks of genuine light.
-Brian Evenson, author of Last Days and Father of Lies

Reading Wretch is akin to discovering the gospels of a cruel god, where suffering bleeds into the sublime. LaRocca's new testament is equally sacrilegious as it is transcendent, and I for one will forever consider myself an acolyte of his brutal body of work.
-Clay McLeod Chapman, author of Wake Up and Open Your Eyes