Insecticide

<p><strong>An engaging and scabrous alternative-universe farce about the American government. - <em>Kirkus Reviews</em></strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Insecticide is an ambitious and thought-provoking read that successfully merges historical context with fantasy and political satire elements. Robinson's narrative challenges and entertains making readers question the nature of history and power. - 5 star review <em>Literary Titan</em></strong></p><p></p><p><strong>[Insecticide] will especially delight readers who appreciate intricate blends of satire history speculative events and sci-fi social scenarios in their literature; especially those attracted to works which challenge pat categorization. - Diane Donovan for <em>Midwest Book Review</em></strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Trust me when I say: You are going to be laughing out loud with this outlandish political parody. ... At turns nonsensical sarcastic shocking and gut-busting this bold travesty will hook you. - Lisa Parker Hayreh for <em>Independent Book Review</em></strong></p><p></p><p>Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It ain't history. None of this happened. Yes technically most of the incidents are inspired by books and websites claiming to tell the truth about the Bushes and right-wing politics in the U.S but let's get real-it's all made up.</p><p></p><p>After all the novel suggests that W. Averell Dogsbody Harriman convinced Prescott Bush to set up a new Republic of Texas in 1931. That obviously didn't happen. None of it did.</p><p></p><p>So a boilerplate work-of-fiction disclaimer for us would include at least the following: Prescott Bush wasn't a closet Nazi George Bush the Elder wasn't a CIA tool George Bush the Younger wasn't an early cloning experiment gone bad and Dogsbody Harriman wasn't a giant 10000-year-old bug from under the sea. Abraham Lincoln isn't still alive chilling at the bottom of a lake in Texas with his devil-water-cow Bessie. Lincoln was never a giant beetle from ancient Lemuria. And of course a spray can of insecticide decidedly did not wipe out all reality at the stroke of midnight 1999. Y2K bug our asses!</p><p></p><p>In short don't believe a word you read in this book.</p><p></p><p>---</p><p></p><p>Douglas Robinson is neither a former Professor of Ichthyorhetoric at Liberal State University in Kansas (a land-locked state!) nor sadly deceased. Nor is he the author of <em>The Seventeen Most Explosive Ichthyotopoi</em> or the best-selling comic book <em>Fish Rhetoric for Dummies</em>. He is certainly not the celebrated host of the podcast <em>Why Fish Argue (And Why You Should Care)</em>. His previous original novel with Atmosphere Press was a pseudotranslation of J. I. Vatanen's<em> The Last Days of Maiju Lassila.</em></p>