Librería Samer Atenea
Librería Aciertas (Toledo)
Kálamo Books
Librería Perelló (Valencia)
Librería Elías (Asturias)
Donde los libros
Librería Kolima (Madrid)
Librería Proteo (Málaga)
In the shadowed bowels of human existence, where dignity goes to die a silent, sulfurous death, Owen Croft unleashes Don’t Follow Through-a merciless autopsy of the fart, that great equalizer of souls. Forget the polite pretense of 'passing gas'; this is the raw, rectal reckoning of our gaseous betrayals, where every rumble is a tiny apocalypse, every whiff a whisper from the void.Croft, with the cold precision of a coroner dissecting a corpse mid-bloat, peels back the layers of our digestive despair. From the stealthy 'silent but deadly'-that odorless assassin slipping through crowded elevators like a farting Grim Reaper-to the trumpet blasts that shatter boardroom silences and bury careers in olfactory graves, he chronicles the carnage. Delve into the gut microbiome’s microbial mutiny, where trillions of bacterial traitors ferment your regrets into hydrogen sulfide Armageddon. Savor historical horrors: Aristophanes’ ancient Athenians guffawing at gaseous gladiators, while Victorian prudes choked on corseted emissions, their stiff upper lips curling in eternal judgment.But this isn’t mere scatology-it’s existential flatulence philosophy. Why do we clench against the inevitable, only to explode in moments of exquisite humiliation? Croft argues: farts aren’t just funny; they’re fate’s cruel joke, reminding us that beneath our fragile facades, we’re all just walking colons awaiting the final purge. With dark wit sharper than a suppository spike, he offers tactical grimoires for damage control: blame-shifting rituals for the damned, apology elegies for the socially eviscerated, and a radical call to embrace the toot as your last laugh before the lights go out.If life’s a terminal illness, Don’t Follow Through is the black-comic palliative: laugh or choke on the truth. Because in the end, we’re all just one bad bean away from the great beyond-and it’ll probably smell like cabbage. Grab it, guffaw, and gasp for air. Your intestines will thank you. Or curse you eternally.
