onhell.website is the official website of the novel
onhell.website is the official website of the novel
5pm, Sunday, January 26, 2019
JOHANNA HEDVA DISCUSSES THEIR NOVEL ON HELL WITH ASHER HARTMAN
Skylight Books
1818 N Vermont Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90027
I mean, fuck. How do we get there, this rooted, brutalized, devastating space where we are forced to experience the capability of language to create a world in which all the noise around you is distortion, escape is a splintered hope, and the performance of life is the performance of bloody meat, existence as persistently crossed and breath an interstitial dream of falling. Fuck, I say, as NIN’s "Starfuckers, Inc" is playing in the back of my head and the swells of this world become the swells of my own blood pumping through my yet-to-be-corpse. Brilliant. Fervent. Unafraid and unapologetic. This text will consume you.
- Janice Lee, author of The Sky Isn’t Blue
It’s fucking brilliant. I’m in love. If there have to be novels, On Hell is what they should do.
- Anne Boyer, author of Garments Against Women and A Handbook of Disappointed Fate
At some point while reading On Hell, I had the sensation that my heart had pushed through my chest, my brain had pushed through my skull, and my guts had pushed through my abdomen, and that I was, in solidarity with Hedva’s writing, wearing my insides on the outside of my body. Only writing this nakedly vulnerable could be this intensely embodied, and only writing this intensely embodied could be this insurrectionary.
- Brandon Shimoda, author of The Desert
On Hell is a story of a 21st-century Icarus-as-hacker, a wild dreamer who builds a set of wings from the internet woods. Hedva writes with fierce clarity on the perimeters of global power and the skyscraper stakes of truth, where “the money is closest to the sun,” and those confined to the prison-yard ground have a bird’s eye view to this endless machine of technology and body mass. This book thrives inside the meat of my terrors and the clouds of my hopes. It’s affirming to read work that recognizes technology as a real-life blood web that has the capacity to both free and enslave the human spirit.
- Nikki Wallschlaeger, author of Crawlspace
Several pages into On Hell I realized the transcription of the despairing, brilliant anti-hero Rafael was fiction. "Nah Mama!" he says to his nameless female interlocutor, never breaking from his obscenity-driven, body-hacking character while unfolding a maybe-allegorical “biography.” The stairway to heaven, I’ve been told, is populated by angels who are both ascending from and descending to earth. In On Hell, like in Wim Wenders’s Wings of Desire, Hedva brings into question who is wearing the wings. Is it Rafael, whose angry, paranoid diatribes out-shimmy the orders of mental health and the rule of law? Or is it his mostly silent listener, who in receiving his anarchic, post-colonial fantasy loses her objective stance through identification? On Hell is one hell of a post-matrix love story.
- Alexandra Grant, author of The Artists’ Prison
A hundred white-screen articles might never get in your blood like On Hell.
- Overland
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