Drift (King Shot Press, 2018) is a kind of anti-novel novel.
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NOTHING HAS TO LAST FOREVER
A couple arrive at a Mexican resort town as grisly murders escalate, crowds converge in Manhattan for an End of the World party, a journalist’s search for the real story leads him to the facts of his own disappearance . . . Chris Campanioni’s Drift is an apocalyptic riddle, a countdown to dead time, where what’s scripted begins to blur with what’s real and the pervasive fear of being surveilled is matched only by a desire to keep filming.
“Drift is a dizzying, nightmarish journey through our final days. This is one of those unique works, existing somewhere between Julio Cortázar’s 62: A Model Kit, Richard Kelly’s Southland Tales, and maybe Lars Von Trier’s Melancholia . . . Campanioni has written an hysterical, existential glimpse of a parallel now populated with disappearing lovers, converging singularities and technological depression.”
— Chris Lambert, author of Killer Unconquered
“It’s largely due to this attack of experimental yet digestible use of language that I’m not positive what to consider Drift. Is it a novel that spans multiple relationships across multiple dimensions? Is it a collection of stories carrying a similar tone? . . . Novel, short story collection . . . doesn’t matter what you call it, this book will one day be considered a classic.”
— Vol.1 Brooklyn
“Drift doesn’t resemble anything I’ve read before, but if I had to give you a comparison to writers you may know, think Jorge Luis Borges or Julio Cortázar. Maybe throw a little bit of J.G Ballard’s apocalyptic imaginary in there. . . . A magnetic power . . . Far removed from conventional storytelling.”
— Dead End Follies
“Shifting from autofiction, to memoir, to metafiction, and realism, sometimes all within the course of a few pages, Drift is a book that begs us to put it back together, to frame our own narratives, and to follow its often transcendent insights in our own lives.”
— Angel City Review