I’m pleased to say that Scurry feels like a big step up for Seann—a culmination of all these years of grinding in the indie space and building an audience. Right up to the end, I was dialed into this book, giving it every spare minute I had. It feels at once like a throwback to a time when popular literature was more patient, yet also like something unique that moves through its plot at close range, really holding tight to the perspective of the character.

Consciously or otherwise, Barbour understands the novella, keeping the pace steady and moving so that any details which might not be ready for scrutiny aren't dwelled upon by the reader. This is an instinctive talent, one of those things that is impossible to teach but which he does especially well. In a way many popular authors cannot, he makes his characters incredibly present in what they're doing, as Ronald not only takes up day drinking in public, but remarks on the pointlessness of retrieving an empty can when he misses the garbage bin. Many authors overlook the ways in which traumatic experiences might affect character behavior, and I want to credit Barbour on how we he constructs a believable progression of his character’s psyche as Ronnie struggles to come to grips with the bizarre cycling nature of his existence.