I Went to the Worst of Bars Hoping to Get Killed. But All I Could Do Was to Get Drunk Again Chris shaw the domestic and the wild

the domestic and the wild

he turned to the everyday life of ordinary people

Will assembles the fragments that went missing from her mind

While Didion’s musings in her essay On Keeping a Notebook

I woke up to a loud noise

I Went to the Worst of Bars Hoping to Get Killed. But All I Could Do Was to Get Drunk Again Chris shaw the domestic and the wildFirst edition (2015) First impression Medium format paperback Signed by Ciran g Arnold to rear of book opposite the copyright page About Winner of the 2015 MACK First Book Award I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed, but all I could do was to get drunk again is a diary of sorts, following invisible men, down piss alleyways and into empty bars. The photographer accompanies the seekers of oblivion, their lopsided faces caught between ecstasy