"Violet Allen is a generational talent, and Plastic, Prism, Void reinvents the literary love story, bringing together Spenser and Sailor Moon, Goethe and Gundam to hilarious, heartbreaking, and continually delightful effect, weaving a bridge of love across the vast gulfs between our separate worlds. Delicious, insane, intoxicating." --Maya Deane, author of Wrath Goddess Sing "Wild, soulful, hilarious . think This Is How You Lose The Time War but on crack and with transgender main characters . it was like a breath of fresh air." --Jace Molloy "A romantic prank! An undoing/fondueing of narrative conventions! A compendium of incongruous brilliance! Whatever you call it, this book establishes Violet Allen as an utterly essential, astounding new voice in 21st century literature" --Charlie Jane Anders, author of Lessons in Magic and Disaster "What if Leopold Bloom were a transsexual poet with a range of destructive occult powers, a coven of frenemies and an even more destructive crush? And what if she unraveled, not over a single ordinary day in Dublin, but over a fractured multidimensional timeloop weaving through several universes, a few collapsing waveforms and an infinity of disastrous dates? Violet Allen has set the sights of her laser pistol on the so-called trans novel and demonstrated the appalling insufficiency of both of its operative terms. This typographical fantasia, this lovechild of Neon Genesis Evangelion and Cain's Jawbone, this vicious celebration of the poetics of doomed self-regard, this dizzying, dazzling monstrosity contains the world - no, several possible worlds." --Harry Josephine Giles, author of Deep Wheel Orcadia.