Baby Alex

by Quentin Scobie, Roz Counelis

A 23 year old woman breaks up with her boyfriend.

Genres: Fiction

330 pages, Paperback

First published October 3, 2020

Reviews

[Joey Z]

In the most sappy way possible, this book touched me. Something about the vivid surreal prose alternating with the shameless autobiographical stuff. I laughed, I felt a deep sense of existential despair. Maybe it’s the shared autism of the old zoomer/ young millennial mindset shared across a Mongolian basket weaving forum full of pseuds. But knowing that you too are involved with things as cringe as Cum Town and Justin Murphy, just added to my immersion. The insertion of the Being & Time excerpt about the futural being of Dasein and fate particularly moved me because it came at a time in my life when just reading it in the terrible existential mood I was in felt like fate itself was calling me.
Maybe I am just longing for a connection to another human being and reading this filled that hole for me. But something about the raw, ugly authenticity between the shitposts, made me feel like I was inside my own head, albeit an unbearably British version. Shout out to Roz, she provided some sane female energy, despite the insanity of some of her passages. Thank you Q, this moved me more than your Bataille review.

[Pink Kudu]

dicks out for the chaps.

[Johannes Lilover]

Bataillesque threesome; an unsocialized autobiography by two very deeply entwined British adolescents?

The second time, I've had the pleasure of reading something from someone I "know".

Most likely the best feeling in the world

Somewhat enlightened after finishing. Felt less lonely, like I had found someone to hold my soul. Got along better with my dad, etc. Reminded him to drink water today. Cooked chicken for him.

[Scott]

Went from being skull fucked by comic alien orgies, to a multiplitous account of a week wrought with fear and trembling across the Yorkshire moors. Reading this reminds me of how sad and sapping yorkshire is *chefs kiss* Felt genuine anguish, for whatever that's worth. Once broken up with, last summer, the only things that could pause panic attacks and give me a few hours of sleep was The Thick of It and Q's comfy reads. Nice. A lot of rambling, but look at this comment, so who gives a fuck - had to switch off sometimes during the more ponderous philosophical readings of life, though hoisted back by talking about farting. Whole anorexia thing was enlightening and think both parties understood the brief. Felt genuine - not the toilet paper amazon published fuckabout I was expecting. For sure a massive shit post though. Flared up my anxiety, which I forgot I had for a moment, so thanks for that you malignant malcontents. The Figure 5

[Ben]

It's genuinely enjoyable and compelling.

I thought it would be very autistic but it was just autistic enough to be relatable and not cringe. The split between Q and Roz balances it out nicely and the fiction sections prevent the rawness from being too intense

[John Fergudy]

Beautiful Work. Quentin Scobie.. an overlooked legend. Writes books, makes music, and makes silly videos.

[Fnaught]

Whilst I was initially thinking of giving this book 3 stars instead of 4, I got blindsided by its unbelievably beautiful description of 'the gadget' of Catholic faith. Utterly incredible. And that's what the reading experience is like here. You're wading through the sometimes unnecessarily broken thoughts of Q and Roz before, in a bright flash, you're swallowed up by an analogy or memory of such unique brilliance that the entire process is redeemed, made worthwhile. This is a silly book that is too long for its own good. Yet it is also painful, funny, and genuinely inspirational in a religious sense incomprehensible to the generations before us, let alone the pathetic remains of the publishing industry. The future is self-publishing. The right must win. When we win, the Sowilo, the solar rune that occasionally rears its head here using the Trinity as its silver conductor fork, will be everywhere as undeniable as its smallest, most precious sparks. Read this book for lightning in the bottle, even if, like the meaning of life itself, it seems shielded in darkness and initially deep in shit.

[Sam Hodson]

A really beautiful story of three mates. Lost.

THE SON. THE FATHER. THE HOLY SPIRIT.

the final quarter (or so) of the book was like nothing I had read before. With Quentin and Roz's personal viewpoint of each miniscule encounter it felt like I was an omnipotent viewer. No other book has given me such a sensation. Great bits of observation on the internet and the absurd nature of it scattered throughout.

S

[Will]

I praise the author Quentin for writing prose of the first distinction, and for providing a harrowing record of the barbarities of the period in which we live

[Oskar]

It felt like two naked strangers whispered mocking sweet nothings about their friend in each of my ears.

Give Cooper writing credits

[cadfael]

He's fine if you swaddle him a bit, and in return he'll teach you enlightenment.

[Ott Rünkla]

mhm

[James Patterson]

Very good!

[Allen Rosdahl]

A nice look at the psychospiritual transiency we have all experienced growing up. Autofic was brilliant and provocative. Congrats on your walk and the both of you on an all round good book👏

[Ethan]

I wouldn't say that this book is particularly good, although it surprised me on many fronts. Alright epistolary novel, unforgettable read.

[Jiv Johnson]

i hope Quentin is alright and healthy