Big Egos

Big Egos

by S.G. Browne


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Big Egos by S.G. Browne

The brand-new novel from the author of Lucky Bastard and Breathers—“one of today’s very best writers” (Jonathan Maberry).

Does your lifestyle not fit the person inside you? Then try someone else on for size!

Call him whatever. Call him whomever. He can be any legally authorized fictional character or dead celebrity he wants for six to eight hours, simply by injecting a DNA-laced cocktail into his brain stem. It’s called Big Egos and it’s the ultimate role-playing fantasy from Engineering Genetics Organization and Systems (aka EGOS.) And, as one of the quality controllers for EGOS, he’s the ultimate ego-tripper, taking on more artificial identities than advisable—and having a hell of a time doing it. Problem is, he’s starting to lose the ability to separate fact from fiction. His every fantasy is the new reality. And the more roles he plays, the less of him remains. Sure, it’s dangerous. Yes, he’s probably losing his mind. Okay, hundreds of others could be at risk. But sometimes who you are isn’t good enough. And the truth is, reality is so overrated. . . .

With his insightful wit, smart humor, and electrifying narrative, acclaimed author S. G. Browne takes readers on a satirical and provocative trip into the not-too-distant future, where, for some, pretending to be someone you’re not is just another day at the office.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781476711676
Publisher: Gallery Books
Publication date: 08/06/2013
Edition description: Original
Pages: 367
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

S.G. Browne is the author of Big Egos, Lucky Bastard, Breathers, Fated, and the Breathers novella I Saw Zombies Eating Santa Claus, as well as the ebook collection Shooting Monkeys in a Barrel. He lives in San Francisco. Follow the author on Twitter and Facebook, or visit

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Big Egos

  • I’m at another party, this one in a Beverly Hills brick Colonial Revival mansion just off Wilshire Boulevard. It’s not exactly Graceland and this sure as hell ain’t Memphis, but I have to remember that I didn’t come here to indulge my own fantasies.

    It’s a select crowd, lots of familiar faces and everyone wants to shake my hand. I get stopped by Dick Clark, Jackie Kennedy Onassis, Liberace, and Starsky and Hutch, among others. Fairly white-bread gathering, though I run into Richard Pryor every now and then, so chances are he’ll make an appearance.

    The party is a typical L.A. gathering, lots of pretty faces and everyone looking around to see who else there is to see. The DJ is playing seventies-era Top 40 and disco that everyone’s heard on the radio at one time or another. I think about suggesting he spin “Jailhouse Rock” or “Hound Dog” instead, but I don’t want to get too self-absorbed. It’s bad form.

    I wander through the house, offering an occasional smile and a wave and a “thank you very much” as I check out the other guests. Bruce Lee is hitting on Hot Lips Houlihan. Evel Knievel is attempting to jump over half a dozen of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. Daisy Duke and Farrah Fawcett are comparing their breasts while Andy Kaufman officiates.

    A huge banquet table of catered food sits in the middle of the dining room. Cher and Deborah Harry, both apparently high on devil weed, are scarfing down petits fours, while John Belushi sculpts the pâté into the shape of a penis. Fonzie sits in his trademark leather jacket near the head of the table, alternately eating from a tray of puff pastries and sucking on a half-smoked joint. He looks at me and says, “Nice lamb chops,” then laughs. He has crumbs and a yellow stain down the front of his white T-shirt.

    I’m tempted to bring up the whole “jumping the shark” thing but my momma always taught me to take the high road, so I just smile and keep my thoughts to myself.

    Belushi offers me some of his artwork on a cracker but I decline. Maybe if they had a platter of Twinkies or some deep-fried banana and peanut butter sandwiches I’d reconsider, but I didn’t come here to indulge The King’s appetite. At least not for food.

    Deborah Harry breaks into a rendition of “It’s Now or Never” as Cher stuffs another petit four into her mouth and laughs, spraying food across the table. Cher and Blondie don’t belong here, at least not legally since they’re both still alive, but neither one of them appears to be in any kind of distress, so I let it slide.

    I walk up to Blondie, tenderly brush the hair off her forehead, ask her if she’s lonesome tonight, then give her a kiss that distracts Belushi from his pâté sculpture. When Blondie’s knees buckle, I catch her and lower her into a chair, then turn and walk into the kitchen.

    Joey Ramone and Sid Vicious are doing shots of tequila while Andy Warhol raids the refrigerator, which looks more like a walk-in closet than a Frigidaire. I reach past Warhol and grab two bottles of Coors, then wander down the hall and head upstairs.

    The mansion has half a dozen bedrooms, each of them bigger than my own and half of them occupied. In one bedroom, I find Vinnie Barbarino getting stoned with George Carlin and Freddie Mercury. In another room, Rocky Balboa is having sex with Annie Hall. Finally, in the last room, a bedroom so enormous I could park both of my cars and still have enough space to stage Jesus Christ Superstar, I find who I’ve been looking for.

    David Cassidy stands naked in front of a full-length mirror singing “I Think I Love You.” His head is shaved, along with most of the rest of his body—his hair in a pile on the hardwood floor at his feet. He still has his pubic hair and his eyebrows, but he removes the eyebrows in the time it takes me to uncap the bottles of Coors.

    “That’s an interesting look,” I say.

    He turns away from the mirror and regards me with catatonic indifference.

    “Are you from the party?” he asks.

    I assure him that I am.

    He eyes the two beers I’m holding in my right hand and asks if he can have one. I figured he’d be thirsty, so I hand him a bottle. As he tilts his head back and starts to drink, I remove a single liquid-filled capsule from my pocket and drop it into my own beer. The capsule dissolves within seconds.

    He finishes his beer and drops the bottle, then wipes a distracted hand across his mouth. “I was thirsty,” he says.

    I offer him my beer. He takes it without a word and drinks it down in half a dozen gulps. When he drops the bottle, it shatters on the hardwood floor.

    “How about I find us a couple more brews,” I say.

    “Okay,” he says, then turns to the mirror and starts to shave his pubic hair as he breaks into The Partridge Family theme song.

    Come on get happy.

    I walk out of the room and close the door behind me, then I find the nearest bathroom to take care of business. Out of vanity and because it still gives me the giggles, I check my reflection in the mirror. The sideburns and hair are mine. The white jumpsuit and glasses came from a vintage clothing store. I look enough like Elvis to have groupies. I walk like him. I talk like him. Hell, if someone brought out a karaoke machine I could probably even sing like him. And as far as the other guests at the party are concerned, I am The King.

    Which is all that really matters.

    Perception is reality.

    And after taking care of business with David Cassidy, my reality has a yearning for some hanky-panky.

    I check my reflection in the mirror one more time, then I walk back down the hallway toward the dining room to see if I can interest Deborah Harry in some burnin’ love.

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    Big Egos 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
    AdrienneC More than 1 year ago
    The humor and intrigue start right off the bat in S. G. Browne's Big Egos, a satirical homage to American hipster culture. This story moves relentlessly forward, dropping you into a world where instant celebrity can be purchased for the right price. Browne's smooth writing style glides through every scene, bestowing the protagonist's sense of ease on the reader. The fantastical concept is explained with the eager knowledge of white collar youth. Distinct, realistic, and likable characters populate this world. In just a few short lines Brown paints fully realized human beings. These are people you've met at bars, people you work with, even those you've dated. It's a joy to read every moment, but the standout chapters focus on various groups of famous people both real and fictional. Every reference was clearly chosen with meticulous care. The exciting celebrity choices flood the imagination a will leave you smiling. No matter what type of fiction you like, this book is right for you.
    J_Kramin More than 1 year ago
    As I expected, it's another keeper. I don't think I was even 4 pages in before I had to write on the author's fan page "You had me a Vinnie Barbarino!" Keeping up with all the characters & celebrities he names, I realized someone did as much TV/movie watching as I had! I always love his MC's personality. It's a fun/new idea with it's own unique twists and turns. I eagerly wait for more from SG Browne! 
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    If you’ve ever wondered what it would be like to see James Bond, Indiana Jones, Holden Caulfield, Marilyn Monroe, Earnest Hemmingway, Jack the Ripper, Anne Boleyn, Captain Kirk and more fiction icons and deceased, yet still beloved, celebrities attending the same house party, then put S. G. Browne’s Big Egos at the top of your reading list.  Seriously READ IT! Browne’s charismatic and witty protagonist lives in the not too distant future, where Engineering Genetics Organization and Systems (EGOS for short) has created the ultimate ‘role-playing game.’  By injecting a DNA-laced serum into one’s brainstem a person is able to become any fictional character or dead celebrity they want.  Finally, EGOS has solved the age-old problem of people feeling discontent and insecure about who they are.  Right?  Well….not quite.  As our ego-tripping junky of a narrator is slowly finding out, pretending to be someone you’re not isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.  As an employee for EGOS’s Investigations department, it is his job to test the latest ego lines.  But with each ego-trip the narrator is losing his ability to distinguish the difference between fantasy and reality, and even finds himself slipping into the shoes of past egos like Elvis, James Bond, and more.  Although, his self-induced personality disorder is actually the least of his problems.  For while EGOS claims its products are 100% natural and cause minimal side effects, the narrator’s co-workers are beginning to drop like flies as each of them falls victim to a psychotic break.  Not to mention there are a slew of egos being created and sold off the black market that can lead to fatal consequences – as his best friend Nat unfortunately finds out.  Yet despite the warning signs people continue to spend thousands of dollars so they can pretend to be someone else.  People are so obsessed with their artificial personalities that they have clearly lost sight of who they truly are.  Seeing the mess the Big Egos project has made the narrator takes it upon himself to set things right – no matter the consequences or the cost.  In addition to moonlighting as a self-righteous hitman and losing his mind, the narrator also struggles to juggle the demands of friends and family.  Readers will definitely be able to relate to the protagonist trying to prevent him and his friend Nat from drifting apart, as well as his conflicted feelings and pressures to live up to his father’s expectations. From the author of Lucky Bastard and I Saw Zombies Eating Santa Claus, comes an action packed, thought-provoking novel whose unapologetically honest narrator sucks you in from his first ego trip on.  Through bittersweet childhood memories, trippy ego parties, top secret and highly dangerous missions, and more the narrator struggles to come to terms with his past, as well as discover the person who he wants to be.  Big Egos will definitely leave you mauling over that simple yet unbelievably difficult question: Who am I?  
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    1st res.