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Welcome to 2018. We’re starting as we threatened to, with the publication of Retail Island, Christopher Nosnibor’s first longform work of fiction in five years.

It’s available to order in print or as an eBook from our store front here.

It will be avaiable globally via Amazon and most other major on-line retailers before long.

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Eight years on from his last ‘29 Days of February’ project, Christopher Nosnibor is celebrating the leap year with a limited-run publication, and Clinicality Press are proud to be involved.

As Chris writes in his blog, ‘With the 29 Days of February concept, the number of units in circulation is determined by the market, meaning that while it can’t ‘sell out’ in the first three days, if only six copies sell in the 29 days the product is available, then only six copies will exist – ever.’

This year’s ‘29 Days’ project will be published as a back-to-back A5 saddle-stitched pamphlet priced at £3.50 and an ebook priced at $1.99. We have our reasons for using different outlets for the two formats, but links to both are at the bottom of this post.

Something Must Break / Dream of the Flood will be available from midnight GMT. At Midnight on 29th February, Something Must Break / Before the Flood will be deleted and will not be republished.


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The blurb:

‘Something Must Break’: A dissonant tale of mental fragmentation and duality.

‘Dream of the Flood’: A meditation on climate change and possibilities of the near future, of human interaction and solipsism.

Together, these two pieces represent Christopher Nosnibor’s more literary side as he continues to explore narrative forms and voices.

The links:

Purchase the print edition here. (Enter code LULURC at checkout to receive 25% discount and free priority shipping on qualifying orders)

Purchase the e-book here.

After an epic-build-up and some frantic checking of proofs and the distribution of review copies, Clinicality Press can now proudly announce the release of Christopher Nosnibor’s far-out genre-smashing anti-novel This Book is Fucking Stupid in paperback.

On the one hand, This Book is a story of two friends whose lives have taken different paths, a tale of frustration and the social pressure to conform and to succeed. On the other, it’s a social critique and an analysis of reader reviews and the changing face of literary criticism, all with annotations and reflections on both the creative process and the story itself. Confused? You will be.

At the heart of this radical novel that dismantles the very notion of ‘the novel’ lies a thought-provoking work that challenges notions of authorship and the distinctions that separate theory, criticism, fiction and memoir. This Book forges a touching tale of midlife anxiety in the postmodern age of late capitalism and information overload through an ambitous and ingenius synergy of form and content.

Containing additional material not included in either the original Smashwords e-book version or the 50 Shades of Shit Kindle exclusive second edition, the print edition sees Nosnibor really ratchets up the audacious polemic and smashes every aspect of contemporary (pseudo) literary and mainstream fiction and the publishing industry with brain-bending results.

This Book is priced £8.99. It can be purchased via this link, and will be available globally through Amazon in due course.

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Karl van Cleave’s biography perhaps speaks for itself:

Swedish-born Karl van Cleave has lived and worked in many cities around Europe, in jobs ranging from police work to journalism. He is fascinated by emerging technologies, developing methods of communication, telepathy, pornography, philosophy, avant-gardism and the Marquis de Sade. His work is featured in ‘Clinical, Brutal… An Anthology of Writing With Guts’ (Clinicality Press 2010). He currently lives at home in London with his mother’s mutilated corpse.

His first solo collection of fiction, entitled Incisions, Collisions and Aborted Missions is everything you would expect from such a writer when paired with a publisher like this one: clinical, brutal and cutting edge.

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Incisions, Collisions and Aborted Missions is published today (28 February 2013) exclusively on Amazon Kindle. Other platform editions will follow later in the year.

To purchase from go here, and to purchase from, go here.

Over the coming weeks, we’ll be discounting a number of titles from our catalogue, and we’re starting by slashing 65% off the Smashwords edition of Hack by James Wells.

The ultimate novel of sex ‘n’ drugs ‘n’ rock ‘n’ roll, Hack is the story of hard-drinking, drug-imbibing, sex-crazed, misanthropic music journalist Rob Price as he follows bands round the diviest venues on his quest to break the next big thing. But Rob is a man with problems. Girl problems, money problems, housemate problems, hygiene problems… a sordid and seedy tale of debauchery, it’s also fast-paced and perversely funny.

To download Hack at the bargain-basement offer price of $1.02 (instead of the standard $2.99) in almost any e-book format you could possibly want, follow this link and enter the coupon code RG77A (not case-sensitive).


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This offer ends 1st February 2013. Watch this space for more heavy-duty discounts and free shit from Clinicality Press.


Andy Devonshire

It took me a while to find a seat. The things above the seats weren’t working, and instead of showing which seats were available and which seats were reserved, and between which locations, they were all showing as simply ‘Reserved’. Really fucking helpful, that. I’d already walked more than halfway down the carriage before I realised this, but then all of the seats had been occupied by at least one passenger anyway. I try to avoid sitting next to strangers if I can help it.

Then I got lucky: a pair of seats, forward-facing, completely vacant, not even with anyone’s rubbish left on the seat or the pull-down tray / table thing. I took the window seat. I prefer window seats to aisle seats because in the aisle you invariable end up getting your toes trodden on even if you keep them under the seat in front. Otherwise, you get you shoulder knocked or your head bashed by someone lugging a bulging bag down the carriage. What to they think the luggage racks are for.

Still, I soon wished I’d taken the aisle seat and blocked off the access to the window seat. No sooner had I made myself comfortable and opened up my newspaper than some obese middle-aged hag with a bad perm plonked her immense arse in the seat beside me. She didn’t even fucking ask if it was taken. Just sat down, overhanging my seat by a good five or six inches, her upper arms as big as my thighs encroaching into my personal space. She was wheezing like a steam engine with the effort of simply getting down the carriage and sitting down. And she stank. I know, fat people always say that it’s a myth that fat people smell, and I’ll admit, not all of them do. But it seems that every time a wheezer parks themselves next to me on a train, they fucking honk. Even so, this one was bad.

I shunted myself over so I was pressed against the window, pulled my iPod from my pocket and shoved the phones deep into my ears before turning it up. Even then, the full-on metal racket of Ministry wasn’t enough to cover up the noise of her breathing. She pulled a Kindle from amidst the folds of flesh and I could see she was reading some trashy crime novel where the characters who work for CID have alliterative names. Probably some toss by Lee Child or another mass-production mainstream writer aimed at people with a reading age of ten. She was on chapter 85. I’m guessing they were short chapters, but even so. The physical act of reading was making her short on breath, and sweat even more judging by the aroma.

For a moment, I pictured the scene in which chapter 86 saw Brian Brown rocked up to find a fat, blubbery corpse lying on a station platform and their discussion as to whether or not it was murder or if the hulking beast had simply expired, her enlarged heart having given up trying to pump the blood round the miles of cholesterol-filled arteries, the strain being all too much. My mind began to run through the various ways I could do away with her and I found myself wondering which method would provide the greatest satisfaction. Part of me wanted to stab her, just to see if she’d deflate like a balloon when punctured.

The train arrived at my destination before I had the time to act on my desire to bludgeon her to death with my laptop or to ram her Kindle so far down her throat that she asphyxiated. I disembarked and couldn’t help feeling a bit cheated. Still, it was probably for the best.

We’re not all bah, humbug here at Clinicality Press – although don’t think for a second that all the festive frivolities mean we’re going to be giddy with seasonal spirit. Life – and death – goes on, and when it comes to sticking the harsh realities in your face, few writers come more harsh in their realities than Karl van Cleave.

So we’re unveiling a second story from Karl’s forthcoming collection of stories, Incisions, Collisions and Aborted Missions via Smashwords. ‘Broken Wings’ is clinical, brutal and existential. And in the spirit of goodwill to all, we’re giving away the first downloads for FREE. You can get yours in practically any (virtual) format you can imagine by following this link.

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Incisions, Collisions and Aborted Missions will be published as an e-book in February 2013, with a print edition later in the year.