John Skipp is a Rondo Award-winning filmmaker (TALES OF HALLOWEEN), Stoker Award-winning anthologist (DEMONS, MONDO ZOMBIE), and New York Times bestselling author (THE LIGHT AT THE END, THE SCREAM) whose books have sold millions of copies in a dozen languages worldwide. His first anthology, BOOK OF THE DEAD, laid the foundation in 1989 for modern zombie literature. From splatterpunk founding father to bizarro elder statesman, Skipp has influenced a generation of horror and counterculture artists around the world.
This is the most John Skipp John Skipp book I've read. For my money, it's also his best yet. - John Malerman, author of Bird Box A genie of fire-eating brilliance. In his virtuoso trove, Don't Push the Button, John Skipp's X-Acto gaze slays artifice, heals with true, golden heart. No fathom can resist his maestro dives. - Richard Christian Matheson, author of Dystopia John Skipp has never, ever been afraid to walk in the dark: he knows that's where all light shines hardest. Walk with him, trust his vision and his voice. Push the button. - Kathe Koja, author of The Cipher John Skipp is still splatterpunk, knocking your teeth out to a hard and heavy beat. But he's also a goddamn hippie trying to levitate the Pentagon with the power of his words and as you read him, sometimes you could swear it's working. In the war to keep our hearts alive in this heartbreaking world, Don't Push the Button is the essential treatise of our pal in the trenches. - Laura Lee Bahr, author of Haunt Don't Push the Button proves John Skipp doesn't know how to quit, and thank God he doesn't because we're all better for it. An electric collection that showcases the passion, strain, grief, and impulses of what it means to be human. These stories get dirty. They get political. They get uncomfortable. Sometimes they just make you laugh. And all the while they shine through with John Skipp's acid-god light and his love for us all, even at our worst. Even when we push his buttons. - Autumn Christian, author of Crooked God Machine and Girl Like a Bomb