This is my first book, a story collection called Some Stupid Glow. At times speculative and/or surreal, these stories set in the Pacific Northwest feature as many Philip Seymour Hoffmans as you can imagine, even more dream versions of yourself, aging backyard wrestlers, homeless gamblers, and much more.
"Fuller's prose is punchy, original, and lively, and his tales constantly shift the ground beneath the reader’s feet. Each story is short, dense, and intriguing throughout this consistently excellent, varied, and fascinating collection.” - Booklist "In this whip-smart-alec collection of stories, TJ Fuller wields his singular brand of hilarity: bracing and playful, sudden glimpses of characters longing for connection- in relationships, in wrestling matches, in dead-ends jobs -people choosing their own adventures in an absurd world where the idea of choice might be the funniest bit of all.” - Jess Walter, author of So Far Gone “The stories in TJ Fuller's terrific debut collection embody the divinity in the everyday, and the everyday in divinity. Fuller is the reluctant prophet of our times, rendering humanity and all its flaws onto the page with acuity, humor, and tenderness.” - Sara Lippmann, author of Jerks “TJ Fuller officially had me with ‘He has a voice like sweatpants,’ but then when a four-year-old directs her father to, ‘Chomp, you shit,’ I knew this book was for me. Some Stupid Glow feels like a playground I got to run wild in, if said playground was slightly fucked up and, okay, kind of dangerous. I loved it and I'm going back in.” - Lindsay Hunter, author of Daddy's and Hot Springs Drive
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