ANGEL MEAT BY LAURA LEE BAHR IS LIKE A PSYCHEDELIC PRAYER
COVER ART BY JIM AGPALZA
Laura Lee Bahr’s Angel Meat is like a psychedelic prayer, exploding with sugarmeat skulls and electric sex.
A voyeuristic journey of forbidden attractions, lonely souls reaching out to each other for connection, demon rape, android fantasies of self-anhilation, beast men and tragic women looking for love in all the wrong places.
Laura Lee Bahr cracks open worlds dripping with maggots and yearning to bring you death of self, to bring you visions, to bring you home, because home is where the Angel Meat heart is.
Many of these stories end on cliffhangers. Laura leaves you wanting more. She leads you to the water but you must learn to drink.
The final section, ‘Dessert,’ is where the spirit heart of this collection beats. It is a meta-narrative about writing the story and of writing the collection. Meta can be annoying. It can feel like a copout, but not in this case. It is the final veil, lifted. ‘Dessert’ is a revelation. It is a literary vision quest. ‘Dessert’ made my heart glow and my eyes leak salty tears.
This is a beautiful collection that explores the spaces between feelings that you never knew were there. Laura tickles the sleeping parts of your brain till you spring awake like a cat on LSD.
If you enjoy surrealistic Bizarro fiction with a heart too big to contain within its pages, then this is the collection for you.