Don't Smell the Floss (Write Bloody Publishing)

Photo Credit: ©2009 Anela Bence-Selkowitz

From Andrew Leland, The Believer: "I was kittied to death by these stories. Matty Byloos's fiction doesn't go down smooth, and that's a good thing: his sentences are hot blurts that bust rudely and hilariously into the reader's consciousness. The revelations of Byloos's book are many: I'm very glad I now know about 'Momma's little ham-glazing sessions'; I'll never forget that 'my couch is like a soap opera....'"

Matty Byloos was born in Los Angeles in 1974 and attended Santa Clara University (BA) and the Art Center College of Design (MFA). His first collection of short stories, Don't Smell the Floss, comprises work written in the years after graduate school. Byloos founded and published the literary zine Smalldoggies from 2001-05. His fiction has been published in Fishwrap, Schtick, Undershorts and The Fanzine; in 2004 he was included in the UCLA Hammer Museum's New American Writing Series; and during 2002-03, he ran the Monday night fiction writing workshop at the Venice Literary Arts Center, Beyond Baroque. In addition, Byloos is an accomplished painter with a history of exhibiting both nationally and internationally.

Don't Smell the Floss (Paperback)

By Matty Byloos

$15.00

ISBN-13: 9780982148860
Availability: In the Warehouse (Usually ships to store or customer in 2-7 days. Call for time-sensitive orders)
Published: Write Bloody Publishing, 8/2009

Like pop songs that have overdosed on camera cleaning fluid and pills, Matty Byloos’s short stories are most definitely NOT traditional ideas on the subjects of love, daydreaming, and the psychological dramas that have become an unavoidable part of the human condition. For Byloos, writing is an exercise in therapy. Though he doesn’t share a lot with people in person - in the writing, he appears to share maybe too much; it’s just masked and skewed and filtered through a very weird, perverse universe of characters who play out human dramas underneath layers of oddity. Byloos’s characters are confused - they’re sad, they’re searching - but in those emotional states, they’re real, easily identifiable people, perhaps not much different from us.

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