Amazingly enough, in 2006 at age 39, after decades of farting around with fiction-writing in my spare time, I finally finished a novel!

OK, arguably it’s more of a prose poem than a typical novel per se … but it’s novel-length and with a novel-like complexity of plot and characterization, even though the style as often as not veers into surrealism and stream-of-collective-unconscious and such….

Anyway: this book is definitely not for everyone. You’ve got to like avant-garde, experimental literature. But if you do like experimental writing, and have a taste for sex, AI, mushrooms, superintelligent elfin aliens and the (real and imagined) End of the World, then Echoes may well amuse you.