
Pugilistic pundits and prolific
purveyors of protagonists Jonathan
Ames and Craig Davidson duked it out at Gleason's tonight in Dumbo Brooklyn, to a record crowd of 300 spectators that were first entertained by the gyroscopic gyrations of Miss Saturn.

Each round was announced by a husband and wife team: the
Mangina hoisting
Valmonte Sprout on his shoulders and parading about the ring in truly disturbing fashion - sure to warp the dreams of the
mantastic, steroid-induced spectators in the other ring. The ones that had to stop beating the shit out of each other to see what the hell was going on.

Now, I grew up with the Rocky films, so I was expecting three rounds of pure bloody confrontation. Instead, I found a lot of hugging or man cuddling in the first 2 rounds, but in the 3rd round, my expectations were redeemed by pure brutal brilliance. Hats off to SOHO PRESS for pulling off one of the best publicity stunts for a Canadian author ever. Eh?
-The Slunch Editors
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Quite effective material, lots of thanks for the article.
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