My Eyes Are Nailed But Still I See
by Wilson, David Niall
Johnson Milhone's mind is a world unto itself—maybe several worlds. Therapy doesn't penetrate, but nails do. Leather doesn't sew easily, and pigs don't talk—but don't tell Johnson. Enter a world where spiders stalk sentient animals that may or may not be carved from the flesh of family members who may or may not be psychotic killers, slaves, and sadistic torturers. Find new uses for lime green Jell-O and lose it as a viable dessert. Find new darkness in Poe's Pit and the Pendulum and dine at the best table at the Fear Factory. Learn why you should only keep toothpicks in the drawer if you really trust your mothers, or your brother, and never—ever—fish in Scotland at Midnight. My Eyes Are Nailed, But Still I See is the culmination of an odyssey through a warped young mind that leads one way, and then another, through gruesome imagery and psychotic delusion to an ultimate truth you will never see coming.