Twelve kinds of taste
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A mysterious realm on the other side of our screens. A dark force that draws victims into its static. The unlikely hero called to save them and herself from this electric hell. *Public Access Afterworld* is the profound, binge-all-night, headrush of a novel by the celebrated filmmaker of *I Saw the TV Glow* and *Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma*
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Overwhelming, relentless, epic and nostalgic.
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Closest on the same fourteen dimensions, from everything scored on Taste Buds. Other media included when they land close.
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“Is the nostalgia doing the heavy lifting?”
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“Does the pace leave no room to feel anything?”
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“Is Public Access Afterworld emotionally manipulative?”
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