A joyride to the digital frontier of sex from one of Aotearoa’s most exciting young artists. No holes barred. Rough sketches of suburban banality provide the perfect set up: A WINZ officer in a deadbeat Northland town; a grieving middle-aged church-goer; a devoted dad with tenure and a barbecue. Bland, but just bland enough for the strangest things to appear. With each key command on Sam Te Kani’s possibility machine comes biblical ZIP files, werewolf hustlers, and a lidless box of multi-coloured dildos. Stories that begin with expected genre tropes transform brazenly into outrageous sex. Quick once-overs overflow into gratuitous detail, and reality itself melts into an interface. Please, Call Me Jesus is the debut collection of erotic stories from one of Aotearoa’s most exciting young artists. Irreverent, audacious, and full of delight, it offers the entertainment of seduction alongside new technological possibilities. A pulp paperback with a gaze toward the future of sex. A breath of fresh air amid the terrible earnestness of so much contemporary fiction.