“Ben Spivey's Black God is a surreal dreamscape of a book. To borrow from the book itself, 'There's something black in that place like it was untouched by God himself . . . Or herself.' At its claustrophobic core, this book is a love story about time and memory, fear and death. At its dreamlike fringes, it is a book that might have been written by the son of Kafka and Braque. Like our best books, it is a love story in love with its own death." —Peter Markus