Archive for June, 2011

Out Now: “The Menstruating Mall” re-issue

Posted in Bizarro Books, Carlton Mellick III, eraserhead press, Fiction, Uncategorized on June 16, 2011 by carltonmellick

The new edition of my book “The Menstruating Mall” is now available at

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The Breakfast Club meets Chopping Mall as directed by David Lynch.” – Brian Keene

Ten ridiculously stereotypical consumer victims (a yuppie, a housewife, a retiree, a jock, a bible thumper, a cowboy, a preppy, a gamer, a goth, and a white suburban gangsta) find themselves unable to leave the mall one day. There is nothing stopping them. The doors are unlocked. Other shoppers are able to come and go as they please. But for some inexplicable reason, these ten people cannot pry themselves away from their shopping miasma. The mall closes, and they won’t leave. Days pass, and they’re still there, eating meals in the food court and sleeping in department store bedroom displays. Then they begin to die off, one by one, murdered by a mysterious killer, and they still won’t allow themselves to escape. Carlton Mellick III’s “The Menstruating Mall” is both a modernized take on Luis Bunuel’s “The Exterminating Angel,” and a parody of Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None.”

A Song about Me

Posted in Bizarro Fiction, Carlton Mellick III on June 10, 2011 by carltonmellick

German experimental band PRÖGRESSOR has written a song inspired by my work. It’s called “opas leidenschaft für hirnsurrogate.” I’m not sure what it’s all about but I like the song.

Listen to it here:,Y3hQC4Qmk6Pf

out now: “Jimmy Plush: Teddy Bear Detective” by Garrett Cook

Posted in Bizarro Books, Bizarro Fiction, eraserhead press on June 7, 2011 by carltonmellick

“In a city ridden with prostitute furries, cannibal cops and warehouse-sized mob bosses, I’ve got my work cut out for me. My name is Jimmy Plush. I’m a private detective. I’m also a teddy bear. It all started when the original Jimmy Plush entered my life, offering to take my gambling debts away if I agreed to switch bodies with him. But I didn’t know that being a three-foot-high plush toy would be such a living hell, especially now that everyone in town wants a piece of me. All I’ve gotten out of this deal is a faithful Chinese chauffeur, a custom teddybear .45, and a girlfriend who won’t take off the fox suit she turns tricks in. Now I’ve got to keep this town clean and try to track down the real Jimmy Plush without losing my stuffing for good. Only one thing is for sure: Life is hard when you’re soft. Jimmy Plush, Teddy Bear Detective is a high octane pulp satire. In the tradition of Sam Spade, The Shadow, Dick Tracy, Hellboy and Howard the Duck comes a new kind of hero, a hero that reminds us that the measure of a man is in his guts and his gun.”

Now available at