By Ben Meyers | Copyright 2003, 3 A.M. Magazine. All rights reserved.

Here is a writer whose work is immediate, outlandish and as downright sick and self-obsessed as any musician, and all the better for it; a writer whose works stands alongside Celine, Hubert Selby Jr and Knut Hamsun as modern confessionals from the gutter.A sequel and prequel, Mooch and Spitting Off Tall Buildings (both Canongate) have followed and Fante recently published his first collection of poetry, A Gin Pissing Raw Meat Dual Carburettor V8 Son Of A Bitch From Los Angeles (Wrecking Ball Press).