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"Sex Dungeon for Sale is a deliciously dark and funny book" – Louisville Courier Journal
"Sex Dungeon for Sale! is one of those rare gifts we get every now and again." – The Fanzine
"Irreverent, outrageous, and fearless in his choice of material..."
– Joey Goebel, author of Torture the Artist and The Anomalies
"Wensink's evident writerly talents make this an auspicious debut"
– James Greer, author of Artificial Light and The Failure
On March 1, Lazy Fascist Press will be unveiling my Ulysses...if James Joyce would have included hamburgers and cassette tapes and meth. It's called Broken Piano for President. I've been working on it for six years.
Now, it has a cover.
In conjunction with the release of my novel Broken Piano for President on March 1, I am proud to announce a partnership with the hippest label this side of Sub Pop in 1989.
Purveyors of all things weird, noisy and awesome, Deathbomb Arc Records will be releasing a casette tape version of Broken Piano for President.
Why? Well, if you haven't read the book yet, the matchup makes perfect sense. At the core of the book is Deshler Dean, a man more productive when he's drunk than when he's sober. He is the lead singer of the world's worst band, Lothario Speedwagon. And the Speedwagon's biggest accomplishment is releasing a casette tape called "Broken Piano for President."
The Deathbomb release will be a book on tape with soundtracking by Foot Village's Brian Kinsman. It will be funny, strange and awesomer than any book on tape ever created . Even that one by Yoko Ono and Jonathan Safron Foer.
Indie Wonder Magazine, Small Doggies, had great things to say about Black Hole Blues, recently.
Wensink, who has been described as having a very Palahniuk-like style, lives up to the praise. Black Hole Blues has a bright and creative writing style, keeping you engaged and amused as you move seamlessly from one character’s point of view to another. It is an indisputable must-read for anyone looking to enjoy a hilariously imaginative and quippy novel.
Check out the full review Here.
Like Kenny Rogers' transition from full beard to creepy old-guy goatee, all good things come to an end.
My personal battle with The Gambler, Death to Kenny Rogers has waived its white flag.
To celebrate Black Hole Blues' Kindle release, we're having a giveaway. 
From now until Midnight, September 1, anyone who orders a copy of the book is instantly entitled to some Kenny Rogers ephemera. Over the course of taking the Death to Kenny Rogers game show on the road, Patrick has accumulated Gambler playing cards, Anti-Kenny pins, 8-track tapes, mysterious white beard clippings and more.
Just email him your address before the deadline and you're in.
It's that simple.
patrickwensink@gmail.com
Wentastic hombre, Evan Mandery, had a fantastic writeup in the NY Times for his new book, Q.
Very cool!
"Just as the narrator of this delightful New York-infused novel is about to marry the woman he loves, his future self shows up, warning him that the couple will end up having a child whose early death will ruin them. And so the younger self is persuaded to leave his fiancée, known as Q, to avoid such an awful fate. With each new path the narrator chooses, an older self travels back in time to offer a glimpse of what’s to come. They invariably counsel him against making the same mistakes and suggest different directions: Marry any warm body so you don’t wind up alone like me. You will be a failure as a writer, so try law instead. And on and on. He follows all of the advice (it is, after all, his own), jockeying from destiny to destiny. Nothing, of course, works without Q. This drill gets a little old, but the payoff is big. A word to the tear prone: Don’t attempt to read the ending in public."
Did I crack under the Kenny pressure? You be the judge.
"No one with a functioning cardiovascular system can read this book without laughing at least twice per page."
Read the whole shebang HERE.
The Louisville Courier-Journal ran a lengthy feature on Patrick Wenisnk, "Boots and Black Holes," featuring not one, but two pictures (print edition only, sorry ladies). Slow news day or lower standards?
Probably the latter, as the ending of the article stated:
In fact, “Hopefully it’s funny” is the way Wensink describes his work. “That’s my tombstone: He set the bar low.”
Wensink paused, his comedic sense tingling. “That’s actually pretty good. I’ll have to write that down.”
Two excellent reviews:
Wentastic friend James Greer wrote a great review . Read on: "We are all lucky that Wensink decided to turn his talents for good. As an evil mastermind he could wreak some serious havoc."
Also, the Chicago Center for Literature and Poetry flipped, handing out a whopping 9.5 stars for the book. Holy jeez, Windy City!