I have been working on a story about a blind man who starts to get his sight back. First it's only his reflection, then the rest of the world starts to come into view. He has a glorious moment of all vision before it starts to fade again and leaves him in his apartment surrounded by mirrors, talking to himselves. The coup de grace is when he loses even that, loses his sight all over again.
I just finished James Kaelan's novella We're Getting On. I've always loved/been completely fascinated with stories that use the physical medium to show how a character or situation changes. The sections count down from ten, or, more accurately, X. A symbol more than a number. The main character slowly removes different symbols like time and, eventually names and punctuation. He stops using traditional directions like North, Southwest, etc. I guess I started reading this at the right time since I'm working on this new story and all. Another cool thing about this novella is that the cover is impregnated (love that word when it isn't connected with babies) with spruce seeds. If, after sprouting and planting the seeds from the cover, one spruce tree grows, it will offset the carbon footprint of my book 7,000 times over.
I'm about halfway through Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner. It's a hard read. I get kind of tired of Faulkner sometimes. His sentences in this book are half a page long. I grew up on the internet and feel like I lack the focus to remember what the sentence is about in the first place. That's only sometimes. On the other hand, it's a pretty interesting read. The language kicks ass, as per usual, and in the first quarter there was already talk of horse carriage drag races, underground fight clubs, and duels for women. It's a book that needs to be read outside underneath a tree. Maybe underneath the spruce tree that grows from Kaelan's book.
I am looking for people to read my stuff. If you want to read rough drafts and give feedback/ask questions, comment on this post or email me and I will send you something.
This never gets old.
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