Brandon Watt, Once I Was Asked… (Exposition Press, 1973)
[originally posted 11Jun2001]
I should have known. A little digging in the right places tells me Exposition Press is an “infamous” vanity publisher. Hmmmm.
When the author bio begins “Brandon Watt is a pseudonym…”, the alarm bells go off. While the description never says why “Mr. Watt” hose to use a pseudonym, a quick glance at a random page from this collection of tripe that would put Susan Polis Schutz to shame leads one to believe one has a hypothesis: “The witching hour stalks boldly the carcass of the day.” Need I go on to the second line?
If I had negative stars, I’d apply them to this. If anything else tops my worst-of-the-year list, pity me, for it scares me that a worse book than this might exist. (zero)