Wrong Books

Follow a man barely deserving of the title as he flails through a turgid cesspit of human depravity, only to discover that he's the one bunging up its U-bend. Wrongly Writing has even more psychiatrists, anaphylaxis and cringing social ineptitude than the first Wrong Book, and proves that while editors exist for a reason, the author clearly doesn't. Similar to The Bible, in that Jesus is mentioned over twenty times, and entirely dissimilar to Médard Alard's 1922 masterpiece, "Est-ce Que Quelqu'un a Vu Mes Clés de Voiture?", which sold over thirteen copies thanks to a national cheese shortage.

When the worst writer in history self-publishes his books, the world of literature is decimated overnight. Illiteracy becomes something to aspire to and book burnings become rife. The publishing industry is left hemorrhaging credibility and verges on collapse. But its recovery not a matter of removing said books, or even destroying them, the same must be done to the mind responsible. Thomas may be the worst writer to have ever lived, but if he's not careful, he won't be doing much of that, either. Written with little regard for spelling, punctuation or even words, this Sortabiography is the story of one writer against the entire publishing industry. There's lots of swearing and temper tantrums, as well as a brand new psychiatric illness. There's also an excellent café scene, which although short, is worth mentioning.