Matt Lawrence

This unclassifiable, nearly sui generis novel begins in a world of startling, crystalline realism that shades off almost imperceptibly into the kind of disorienting, vaguely quease-inducing fantasy that you see in the most finely drawn episodes of The Twilight Zone—but even that description sells this book short. I consider myself a connoisseur of authors who use genre fiction as a framework with which to build genre-transcendent literature—think Philip K. Dick’s science fiction, or Raymond Carver’s detective novels—and Satyrday is an obvious example of the best of that tradition. The author’s use of fantasy plus the combination of humor, philosophical insights, and frankly erotic content result here in a piece of literature unlike anything I have ever come across in my life. As soon as I finished Satyrday, I immediately turned back to the beginning and read it again.