Zurdo, one such idiot, looks to historical artifacts in order to read—and misread—the future. The reptilian third eye on zir forehead has been shut since birth. But ze can feel it: a 1000-year-old truth buried deep between zir eyebrows. It is a molar of infinitude, a big waiting for its bang.
Zurdo believes that if ze can recover the past, ze might be able to finally open zir long-dormant optic for good. Ze has heard rumors of a lost film called The White to be Angry, and now ze has a name—Vaginal Davis. Equipped with these clues, Zurdo sets off in search of the not yet forseen...
Nat Pyper is an alphabet artist. Their practice of publishing and performance extends from ongoing research on counter-cultural queer histories. They published their science fiction serial 19 in 2021 with Martian Press. Their book A Queer Year of Love Letters: Alphabets Against Erasure was published by Inventory Press and Library Stack in 2025. They are based in South Brooklyn, NY.
Advance praise for Zurdo..!
"If language is a virus, Nat Pyper is the vaccine"
- GB Jones
“Nat Pyper has created the narrative device of my dreams, unlike anything I've seen or thought of before or even quite knew I wanted. [...] this is an impossible text not least of all because it exists in a world where the written word is a forbidden evil.
Nonetheless Zurdo and zir author take us down the perilous paths of language and knowledge, through the orifices of the world, the gastrointestinal tract of the social body, the revelations of genderqueer archives, and the murky depths of our own mysterious motivations.
I was reminded while reading Zurdo..! of devouring The Phantom Tollbooth furtively after school—this felt as singular and devious and clever. I loved every freaky little encounter in this anti-apocalyptic loser's journey.
Gross, funny, horny, and ultimately... eye-opening.
Nonetheless Zurdo and zir author take us down the perilous paths of language and knowledge, through the orifices of the world, the gastrointestinal tract of the social body, the revelations of genderqueer archives, and the murky depths of our own mysterious motivations.
I was reminded while reading Zurdo..! of devouring The Phantom Tollbooth furtively after school—this felt as singular and devious and clever. I loved every freaky little encounter in this anti-apocalyptic loser's journey.
Gross, funny, horny, and ultimately... eye-opening.
- Lou Cornum