About the author

MILTON I. WRIGHT is a novelist and all-around good fellow. He was born in the unspeakable realms before the numbering of your mortal years. He has tasted of the forbidden knowledge, he has penned the sealed words, he has seen the dark side of the Sun, and he has heard the wailings of a million million forgotten spirits. His is the voice inside your head, the writing on the walls, he walks among the night-watchers. He lives in Montreal and has a Labrador named Carol.

Note: The photo is a mix of the famous Magritte painting and the concept of a head of lettuce.

Badfellas: Now Available

My debut novel Badfellas is now available!


“For too long the streets of our fair city have been overrun with the white menace—and I’m not talking about the elderly gang that’s been robbing people outside health food stores. No, the white menace, Chattanoogan oatmeal, crazy sand, the Devil’s salt, sucrose, Brussels opium. Sugar!”

Welcome to the illegal sugar trade.

Theodore Kaye’s career choice—sugar industrialist, seller of candy and other delicacies—was made a crime. Now he’s the Don of the Jawbreakers, a sugar gang that runs the city streets, and he’s coated his gooey businessman filling with delicious criminal exterior. A deal with the corrupt mayor secures his gang’s place at the top. But deals can change.

Danny, a young organist and a pastor’s brother, wants to make a name for himself—something along the lines of “Crazy Guns” or “Ghostface,” if possible. So he joins the Jawbreakers. He’ll do what it takes to climb the ranks, and he’ll do it with a clean conscience. Mostly clean. He’ll play it by ear.

The Jawbreakers soon find themselves in all-out war with the government. They become something more than criminals. They become competitors.

Funny, thrilling, and dangerously clever, Badfellas stretches between prohibition gangster story, political satire, and absurdist comedy with ease. Think Terry Pratchett meets Martin Scorsese, Arrested Development meets The Godfather. Wordplay, an underground sugar economy, and a sociopath clown—Badfellas has it all. Enjoyment is a guarantee.*

*Warning: Not a guarantee.

“For too long the streets of our fair city have been overrun with the white menace—and I’m not talking about the elderly gang that’s been robbing people outside health food stores. No, the white menace, Chattanoogan oatmeal, crazy sand, the Devil’s salt, sucrose, Brussels opium. Sugar!”