Another brilliant Nightmare Masterclass, this time holding the microscope up to everybody’s (meaning me and a good deal of my closest buddies) favorite absurdist comedian Eric Andre, and his genius Late Night Adult Swim. Call it a case study, a research for my current novel, a nether-worldly collection of more fragmentary images. This is one of those pieces I found to be of particular relevance, now half way into Inferno myself. It’s a rather welcomed coincidence, if such a thing exists; right on time, while I’ve been analyzing my own work, and where it’s taken me creatively. From the sacred and sublime moment of over stimulation at the height of a ten minute episode of the Eric Andre Show, the bridge of dissolution between confusion and the moment of profound clarity that somehow makes its way through the dark stormy night. It shines as bright as the titanic was large, until that iceberg gash took it out at sea.
Once again, I invite you to come along with me, and take a snack for the journey. The next novel will be my greatest meta-fiction to date. InshaAllah it doesn’t come too late. In the mean time, I’m watching and reflecting. So to the question, is Eric Andre in hell?
