Afrodesium:
A Chronicle Of H.shitheadis

Civilization deserves a historian. Unfortunately, it got this one.

Afrodesium: A Chronicle Of H.shitheadis approaches human history with the solemnity, confidence, and institutional self-importance traditionally reserved for people who are absolutely certain they understand what happened.

That confidence is part of the problem.

Through the deliberately unreliable history of H.shitheadis, the novel turns civilization, culture, authority, race, sex, power, institutional memory, and humanity’s talent for rewriting its own behavior into material for an increasingly unruly satire.

Official explanations become suspicious. Historical certainty becomes negotiable. Human progress begins looking less like a straight line and more like generations of people confidently explaining why the mess they inherited was actually somebody else’s fault.

The result is a fictional chronicle that uses absurdity, social criticism, historical parody, and deliberately excessive certainty to interrogate the stories societies tell about themselves.

Afrodesium: A Chronicle Of H.shitheadis is irreverent satire built around one particularly dangerous human instinct: the desire to turn whatever happened into proof that we were right all along.