Part romantic speedmetal opera, part autobiographical asphyxiation caper, part David Sedaris and Raymond Carver’s pajama sleepover, Red Hot Dogs, White Gravy is where toothbrushes, robots, and tiny horses bear witness to divorce, plastic surgery, and a live studio audience in the ways that only Ben Slotky can deliver. These are stories not so much told as de-boned, deep fried, and spun in your favorite hot sauce. Stories not so much read as drank from a firehose. Stories not so much true as pretty much 100% true.
Upon finishing Ben Slotky’s Red Hot Dogs, White Gravy, I closed the book, looked thoughtfully into the mirror, and said, “What the hell just happened to me?” + MARK RUSSELL +
Ben Slotky is the funniest writer I know. And maybe the angriest. I’d say he should have his own late night TV show, but he’d probably torch the set on opening night. + CURTIS WHITE +