A collection of B.S. Johnson's shorter prose, written 'in the interstices of novels and poems and other work between 1960 and 1973'. That rare thing - a book full of pieces that are simultaneously supremely funny yet intellectually argued, splicing droll, biting humour with a real and keenly-felt desire to wrest contemporary fiction from what Johnson saw as the complacency of the novelist - a relic from outmoded narrative models. The introduction is, in this sense, entirely important in itself, not just as a precursor to the succeeding shorts, but as a concise, pared-down exposition of B.S. Johnson's concept of literary theory; his insistence on telling only 'truth' and that ultimately, 'telling stories is telling lies'. Owing a huge debt to Joyce, the father of high modernism (for Johnson, 'the Einstein of the novel') and also to Beckett - the first in a short list of writers who Johnson feels are worthy of consideration - this material shows Johnson at his acerbic best, veiling theoretical daggers behind darkly comic prose of the highest order.