No One Told Me I Was Going to Disappear
J. A. Tyler and John Dermot Woods have made an object as beautiful as a paper ship.
– Luca Dipierro, author of Biscotti Neri and Das Ding
The incantatory, hypnotic examinations of 'me and you and how we are connected' unfold along an edge where Martin Buber meets André Breton.
– Jon Cotner & Andy Fitch, authors of Ten Walks / Two Talks
Tyler and Woods volley language and image to construct a new and bracing presentation of identity as at once smeared across a centerless space and anchored by the weight of a single human heart.
– Evan Lavender-Smith, author of Avatar
No One Told Me I Was Going to Disappear, the collaborative novel from J. A. Tyler and John Dermot Woods, thrums with iridescence and a softening of the skull. No signposts appear in this landscape. In brief, prose-poem chapters, the male narrator muses on his conjoined sister, sensory moments, the flames and gaping eyes of life as a freakshow attraction, and the power and loss of the 'we.' This is a bit like reading Benjy Compson interpet U2's “One” — in all the right ways.
-Robert Stapleton, Vouched Books
No One Told Me I Was Going To Disappear combines writerly with painterly, harnessing the energy of a natural formal conflict and resolving it toward the common purpose of so much art–the love story. No One Told Me I Was Going To Disappear tells us a great deal. Not only do we find a story in which to lose ourselves, but a lesson in the nature of story-telling itself.
-Joseph Riippi, The Lit Pub