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Brad Phillips' collection of short stories adeptly walks a very thin line between taboo and propriety, with rigorous self-awareness and generosity. By confusing ideas around fiction and autobiography, Phillips writes with painful sincerity about shame, addiction, trauma, and the more troubling outreaches of sexual desire, with wit that is at odds with the subject matter.

"Searingly honest, brilliant and disturbing . Brad Phillips peels back the skin and bone and stares right into the human soul." -Anthony Bourdain

"Brad Phillips says, at the beginning of this incredible book, that honesty eludes him. Obviously, thats a lie. When you read Brad Phillips, you understand why nice women write love letters to men on death row." Sarah Nicole Prickett

"Last week, Giancarlo Di Trapano turned me on to Suicidal Realism, a short memoir by the Canadian painter Brad Phillips. Its not exactly an edifying book. Phillipss main themes are drugs and sex, in that order: People who like to get fucked up with other people are not people I like to get fucked up with. But Phillips has a watchful intelligence and self-knowledge, and an impatient sincerity, that sneak up on you (or at least, snuck up on me). He doesnt ask to be liked, even by his groupies, but he does want to communicate: Im not interested in the ones who are drawn to the creator of the work, Im interested in the ones who are drawn to the content. The Paris Review