Not since A Clockwork Orange has a novel been so creatively written and designed. Written as though the reader has discovered loosely discarded pages of a manuscript on a coffee table edited in what seems to be a chaotic attempt of thought, and concentration of a mind soaked in acid. The primary character in this epic novel journeys us on his drug induced highways of fractured love, racing thoughts tearing through anxiety, and feverish episodes of delirium. Surrounded by murder, kink, the multiple realities of drug induced Philip K. Dick like levels of 'what is and is not real, or what seems to be unreality', comes to life in the multitude of colors of burning mind within the pages of Mackoushian's masterpiece. Not a hack writer nor a declared over compensator of literary ego but a writer of progression towards the layers of discovery of truth from the relative points of view that a drug addicted character inhales. Mackoushian has done more than leave a subtle footprint in the literary community he has created a landmark imprint on it.
Harutyun Mackoushian is Armenian Syrian resides in Iceland and his writing genres blend multiple realities, and dark erotica into a symbiotic relationship. Mackoushian´s primary works are fiction, in addition he is poet, some of his poems were published in Haggard & Halloo Literary Magazine. He published his first novel Blepharospasm in April 2011 and his second novel Saliva Incantations in December 2012. He made a short film installation, reciting the manifesto of his occult group and also of his screenplay Interzone. The short film installation screened on January 2013 in Cheers Pub Yerevan.
we are the guitar players who don't have guitars
we are the drummers who don't have drums
we are the writers who don't have books
we are the teachers who don't have students
we are the geniuses who you think that we're the fools
we are the supermodels who don't display fashions
we are the movie-stars who don't have movies
we are the priests who don't worship
we are the addicts who don't have drugs
we are the dreamers who don't have dreams
we are the insomniacs who don't want to sleep
we are the thirsty who don't want to slake a deep thirst
we are the lovers who don't have lovers
we are the boyfriends who don't have girlfriends
we are the girlfriends who don't have boyfriends
we are the queers who you think that we're straight
we are the musicians who don't have notes
we are the prophets who don't have bibles
we are the anarchists who don't have Molotov
we are the faith keepers who don't have expectations
we are the ones who will f**k you with a knife.