Josh Maday blogs about Waste

"I can say that Waste tracked little hexes of dried blood across my brain with rugged work boots. It's definitely a dark novel.... The writing is a precise and rusty cutting instrument. Marten's sentences are clipped and rich. Distilled to the essence. The deadpan matter of fact tone creates the perfect feeling of Sloper's numb indifferent sickness that goes unchecked in his isolation."
More at: http://joshmaday.blogspot.com/2008/09/somebody-yelled-and-music-faded.html