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I have seen the world.
—Voltaire, Candide
BARABUS (Graft II/III)
SJ Fowler
Tenement Press / Yellowjacket 23
978-1-917304-08-5 / 121pp / £16.50.
SJ Fowler
Tenement Press / Yellowjacket 23
978-1-917304-08-5 / 121pp / £16.50.
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(16.01.26)
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What shall I do now? My master is taking away my job. I’m not strong enough to dig, and I’m ashamed to beg.
—Luke 16:3
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A medic roams an English city, going from call to call. As our protagonist roves from station to station they encounter accident, amusement, injury and error—minor ailment and major catastrophe alike—as they mis-/adventure in the functionary detachment of applied temporary medicine.
In a thread of instances laced with blood and banality, gore and gratuity—horrors both benign and ballooning—the medic is Fowler’s working witness to the body’s frailties. In their encounters, they see the structures and strictures and hierarchies of lived experience. How life can be boiled down to the ‘job,’ how a crisis can be crystallised in a single conversation, how calamity can overwhelm the senses, how hope hides in small rooms.
In a thread of instances laced with blood and banality, gore and gratuity—horrors both benign and ballooning—the medic is Fowler’s working witness to the body’s frailties. In their encounters, they see the structures and strictures and hierarchies of lived experience. How life can be boiled down to the ‘job,’ how a crisis can be crystallised in a single conversation, how calamity can overwhelm the senses, how hope hides in small rooms.
If a body is our ‘soft machine,’ as William S. Burroughs would put it, BARABUS is a book keen to picture the hard-edged horizon line of morbidity. A midnight-dark comedy with the bite and temerity of Chris Morris—the acerbity of Peter Weiss—and the ambiguity of Le Clezio, Fowler’s second novella is a work of disarming directness. A paean to the costs of life lived in service of the needs of others—in riverine prose cooked down to concrete—this is a book about long, hard and strange work. The weird of exhaustion, the colour of tarmac, and the breadline of spirit. About the people that attend to the possibility of our continuity.
19:00 05.06.26
A Launch for SJ Fowler’s BARABUS
Readings & a conversation.
SJ Fowler
& Luke Kennard
Brick Lane Bookshop
166 Brick Lane
London
E1 6RU
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Tony White’s latest novel Phantom at the Feast is published by No Exit Press, 2026. White is the author of six previous novels, including Foxy-T (Faber & Faber, 2022) and The Fountain in the Forest (Faber & Faber, 2019). A former writer in residence at the Science Museum, he has reviewed for The Guardian, The Idler and the Irish Times. He is currently the RLF Fellow at Royal Holloway University of London, and an Associate Lecturer on the Creative Writing MA at Birkbeck. Since 1994, White has published the artists’ book series Piece of Paper Press. White chaired the board of Resonance 104.4FM, 2010 to 2018. He lives in London, and is a member of the Crime Writers’ Association.
For Fowler’s MUEUM (GRAFT I/III), SEE HERE.
Following the 2022 Tenement publication of Fowler’s MUEUM, shortlisted for the 2022/23 Republic of Consciousness Prize for Small Presses, a second novella in his percolating loose trilogy of standalone fictions on the lore and estrangements of work and violence.
As a text, MUEUM seems to eat any potential response to it. Sometimes I called it a mesmerising, bravura meditation on work, power, and subjugation; sometimes I called it the psychopathology of the institution; sometimes I just made sub-animal noises. Initially I just felt awe at how compelling Fowler can make the sheer tedium of labour, in an environment terrifyingly regimented, curious (and intimate, like being let backstage behind existence itself), but this was gradually replaced by an increasing suspense and horror which got its claws into me for the whole last half of the novella.
Anyway. It makes me very happy—and also insanely jealous—that works like this are being written.
—Luke Kennard
Anyway. It makes me very happy—and also insanely jealous—that works like this are being written.
—Luke Kennard
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(Praise for Fowler’s BARABUS.)
Frenetic and exhilarating outbursts, as eye-witness accounts from a mind's eye of true originality. Harnessing a sublime gift-of-the-gab, Fowler—garbed as a healthcare professional—rushes headlong into a world full of genuine trepidation and make-believe. Convincingly performative and harrowingly memorable with great tracts that remain branded-on-the-brain long after the event, he digs breathlessly into episodes of hardcore mundanity as if he/we were actually there. Sometimes some things need to be said ...
Melancholy, an appetite
no misery satisfies [E.M. Cioran].
—Andrew Kötting
Frenetic and exhilarating outbursts, as eye-witness accounts from a mind's eye of true originality. Harnessing a sublime gift-of-the-gab, Fowler—garbed as a healthcare professional—rushes headlong into a world full of genuine trepidation and make-believe. Convincingly performative and harrowingly memorable with great tracts that remain branded-on-the-brain long after the event, he digs breathlessly into episodes of hardcore mundanity as if he/we were actually there. Sometimes some things need to be said ...
Melancholy, an appetite
no misery satisfies [E.M. Cioran].
—Andrew Kötting
by Alexander Kell, © 2025.
We’ve got a call and this time it’s BARABUS, this yellow body-diary spread flat on the tarmac. It’s too late, or is it? Can we lift it to the stretcher? It’s sharp-cut and astonishing as ever, it’s work and bit-part circulation, it’s pumping and our sickness and disconnects. ‘I'm okay. I’m not okay,’ it screams / mutters. And can we save it? Likely not. It’s searing, it’s devastating; pink-green; it’s brilliant; it’s bone-intense; and tiny bridges of brightness, liquids and sinews keep us raw moving, plasters to muffle and mend and remind us... we’re all a bloody ‘soft bag of meat one microbe from collapse,’ and drained. Self-narration to numb or stitch. But realise this in the ambulance now: everything that folds from Fowler’s soft bag of brain is a phenomenal and precious gift, and one anyone truly interested in language, human coping and the murk-sparks of the mind should know. Now drive and siren back to the station and go on.
—Han Smith
Fowler’s BARABUS is relentless, compelling, comic and sobering. Its frank and unsentimental narrator describes a world where every day he encounters the tragedy and absurdity of life and death.
—Vanessa Onwuemezi
Fowler’s BARABUS puts us at the very front of the frontline and dares us not to flinch as we share a paramedic’s unflinching gaze. By turns matter-of-fact and darkly funny, the casually vivid prose obliges us to observe everyday traumas that would normally make us wince and look away. A paramedic has no such luxury. Fowler captures the mundanity of the gruesome—a queasy merger between banal routine and grisly shock—and the book’s escalating intimacy with revulsion is skilfully mirrored by the steady distancing of the narrator’s coping strategies. BARABUS is a short book of close focus that concurrently drives the narrator further and further away. Harrowing at times, but immensely rewarding, Fowler’s novella is a moving exploration of the effort required to remain unmoved.
—Dan Abnett
SJ Fowler is a writer, poet and performer living in London. His collections include I will show you the life of the mind (on prescription drugs) (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2020), The Great Apes (Broken Sleep Books, 2022) and The Parts of the Body that Stink (Hesterglock, 2024). His work has become known for its exploration of the potential of poetry, alongside collaboration, curation, asemic writing, sound poetry, concrete poetry, and improvised talking performances. He has been commissioned by institutions such as the National Gallery, Tate Modern, Wellcome Collection and Southbank Centre, and he has presented his work at over fifty international festivals, including Hay Xalapa, Mexico; Dhaka Lit Fest; Hay Arequipa, Peru; and the Niniti Festival, Iraq. Fowler was nominated for the Liberating the Canon (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2018). In 2022, Tenement Press published MUEUM, Fowler’s debut novella, which was shortlisted for the 2022/2023 edition of the Republic of Consciousness Prize for Small Presses.