<p>Drinkin’ rye and water with Grandma. Guns in False Creek. Frat boy homies from the North Delta ghetto. Samuel L. Jackson. Phantom Lord & Metallica. A kid who’s got the hots for his mom…</p> <p><i>Hunh?</i></p> <p>That’s right. It’s all here in this collection of immediate, lean and visceral short fiction from Clint Burnham.</p> <p>Praise for <i>Airborne Photo</i>:</p> <p>"A stack of hot Manwiches with hardboiled ingredients and a strong aftertaste for the steely constitution..." (Lynn Crosbie)</p> <p>"Burnham's prose has the goods on a lower mainland most people are glad not to know." (George Bowering)</p> <p>"an unsettling, diamond-sharp book of tiny stories that should be couriered to every doe-eyed, poverty-fetishizing liberal in the country." (<i>This Magazine</i>)</p>
<p>Drinkin’ rye and water with Grandma. Guns in False Creek. Frat boy homies from the North Delta ghetto. Samuel L. Jackson. Phantom Lord & Metallica. A kid who’s got the hots for his mom…</p> <p><i>Hunh?</i></p> <p>That’s right. It’s all here in this collection of immediate, lean and visceral short fiction from Clint Burnham.</p> <p>Praise for <i>Airborne Photo</i>:</p> <p>"A stack of hot Manwiches with hardboiled ingredients and a strong aftertaste for the steely constitution..." (Lynn Crosbie)</p> <p>"Burnham's prose has the goods on a lower mainland most people are glad not to know." (George Bowering)</p> <p>"an unsettling, diamond-sharp book of tiny stories that should be couriered to every doe-eyed, poverty-fetishizing liberal in the country." (<i>This Magazine</i>)</p>