It is the end of the century again - the stories in Distorture are elegiac - exquisite panels written in memory of certain decayed angels. A woman is buried by a musician who has sworn to protect her - a narcoleptic is found, still dreaming, with cryptic symbols engraved into her back. In an elegant loft, a silver-haired man finds the torso of a comatose surfer, and the bodies of the two men are transformed into an intricate work of art. These are only a few of the tortuous stories of Rob Hardin, whose fiction has been called "impeccable" by Dennis Cooper.