After Big Swiss
Open Throat by Henry Hoke
Big Swiss hooked you because it refused to sanitize desire, therapy culture, or the grotesque realities of reinvention. You craved a protagonist who lurked on the margins, obsessing and spiraling without apology. You laughed at the absurdity while recognizing your own chaos in Greta's ethical quicksand. If that raw, freakish honesty felt like home, you need fiction that doubles down on the discomfort—where hunger is literal, wit is merciless, and tidy endings don't exist.