The flame alphabet

Not great by any means. It is about as niche as genres get, but I do enjoy a bit of lexigraphical horror. Sadly, this is about the worst example of it I've read (if you want some, try Max Barry's Lexicon, or Tony Burgess' Pontypool Changes Everything). The idea that words and language can be literally dangerous is a strong one, ripe for all kinds of use in allegories of ideologies or censorship, but Marcus seems more excited by the idea that children and teenagers' language could be alien to adults. Really. It's like The Blackboard Jungle all over again. God knows what he's going to think when someone tells him about Elvis on the Sullivan show.

Colton Whitehead proved with Zone One that a literary style could work with genre fiction, but this falls well short of that mark.