If Nabokov Went to Comicon…

MICHAEL LINCOLN’S LIFE IS A MESS. He’s a law school dropout in his thirties, his romantic prospects are terrible, he is awash in credit-card debt, and he hasn’t had a paying job in forever. His parents pay the rent on his apartment only to diminish the number of angry, peculiar emails he sends them. He is, in other words, a Loser. But he has one thing going for him: the greatest science-fiction epic of all time, the Star Rot Chronicles, was written in his living room, and he was friends, of a sort, with the people who wrote it. Now, writing in hiding after an undisclosed tragedy, Michael Lincoln will ensure the publication and fame of the Star Rot Chronicles, with ample commentary from himself, the person best suited to analyze it.