About your Book:
In scribbled notes, in lists – scraps of paper tell a life. So begins this collection of short pieces and poetry – some funny, some tragic, and some just small moments in time. With each stolen glimpse into the lives of this diverse cast of characters, the reader cannot help but wonder how much is fiction and how much is heartbreakingly not. A stolen scarf, a stolen moment, a flower, a legend or two, and the ability of silence to communicate more than language – a melancholy air threads through this patchwork of characters on the edge of discovery.
Targeted Age Group: 18-35
Genre: short fiction
The Book Excerpt:
This is the room that Jack lives in. Just the room; he shares the apartment with a girl he never sees because she keeps night hours. The kitchen is immaculately clean, but Jack does not live in the kitchen. Jack would call his room bohemian. This means he doesn’t have real furniture. Jack has shelves made of unsanded boards and plastic grocer crates. Jack has a desk made of his bedroom door resting on four cement blocks. It’s okay that it’s low to the ground, though – Jack doesn’t have a chair. He sits on a throw pillow he borrowed from his friend Greg’s house. Jack likes Japanese cinema and takes pride in how “Asian” his furnishings are. Jack’s bed is a sleeping bag rolled out over a purple yoga mat. Jack likes his room because he can leave at a moment’s notice, pack up his life, and go off on some adventure. Jack hasn’t left the city in six years.
On Jack’s shelves are a porcelain statue of a toucan, volumes A-Mn of Encyclopedia Britannica, a book of Bukowski poems, and a very good painting. Jack painted it when he first moved in: it is of the dumpster in the alley, where someone had thrown away two dozen white roses. The painting is angry and the roses are lovely. It is the only painting Jack has ever done.
Jack’s room doesn’t have a window – an oddity in the city, but there it is – so Jack has drawn, in oil crayons, a large window on the wall above his bed. Half of the view through this window is sunny and clear; the other half is rainy twilight. Jack has a half curtain rigged over the window, so he can choose which outside he is inside of.
One day Jack will decide to build a raft. He will take his table-door, make a sail from the curtain in his doorway, roll up his bed, and float away down the river. Jack will take his room with him but he will leave his window behind. And when the girl that Jack lives with but never sees shows the room to a potential tenant, she will say, ‘This is Jack’s window. This is the window that Jack made.”