Though I generally write poetry, I have also written three novels. The first of these is Henrietta Remembers, and it is here at Lulu. & here follows the Amazon link. This book was substantially revised in 2021 & has a nice cover. It's a sort of Nausea for nihilists. The Lulu link is better to use as far as I am concerned, though Amazon now have the updated version with a somewhat smaller font.
A novel without plot about a murder rising from the emptiness that is words. David McLean's first novel demonstrates that the form is neither dead nor the exclusive province of literary establishment windbags. "A very nasty book. The repetition, rather than diminishing the effect, served rather to hammer home the innate nastiness and bleakness until it rang like a heavenly bell."
David Mitchell - author
The second is flesh & resurrection, and it is here at Lulu. It is also here at Amazon. This is also substantially revised in 2021. It is about a man who seems to be dead & to have no memory of his life, & Henrietta is involved too. Otherwise they drink, argue, & wander off somewhere at the end.
The blurb says:
Even more fucked up than McLean's first novel (Henrietta Remembers), which makes it well better, it abandons all pretense of plot & degenerates nicely into an inchoate prose poem.
Blurb follows
This is a novel that became an anti-novel. It quotes extensively from Lyotard, Artaud, Nietzsche, & Burton's "The Anatomy of Melancholy". It explores the posthuman, antinatalism, overpopulation, & ecology. It is primarily an attempt by the author to identify the theoretical underpinnings, as it were, of his love for his muse, Emma, in the form of a bizarre prose poem that grew into a bizarre novel. Sacher-Masoch & St. Augustine of Hippo are sampled in & cited, with footnotes & everything. Deleuze & Guattari with their becoming-animal are featured as well, at some length.
