Along the Lines of Causerie - A Novel
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Grade School is Either a Novelty or a Novella
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BUFFALO, New York
United States
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| General | My memory hasn't been doing well. I've had to write a lot of notes. To remember to lock the door when I leave the apartment, lift up the toilet seat when I urinate and put it back down when I'm done, to flush, how to use the microwave, how to turn on the TV using the goddamn complicated remote control, my password to my email address, my email address, and this and that. | | Music | From underneath the basement door (near the front entrance of the kitchen) there is piano music leaking through and lulling the floor tiles into sheet music. We tip toe around the quarter notes and against the opposing wall. It is a classical piece, Aphorisms, I think, although I can not recall the name of the composer. The song rumbles with the deep prairie reverb of chords and shimmers with the starlight spark of high keys. I am involuntarily humming it on my lips while watching the black ghost in the other room, who is clumsily trying to climb up the fireplace. Black chunks of lining break apart from the chimney and fall to the ground with a patter like purrs.
| | Movies | A few more words and a handshake later he leaves. He didn't even give me a warning and now he's a character in my book. A bad employee, documented. He drives off and I head toward the beach, acquiescing to search for a love interest. Written down, the scene stays with me, projecting itself overhead as I hit the sunset like an ending, credits rolling down my silhouette (although we've just begun). | | Television | Right now she's sitting in front of the television with her knees near her chin. And the glow is a perfect match, like a neon lit road map fit to her body. I sit next to her and ask her what she's watching. "Can't you tell?" she asks. But how should I know? She says it's not important, I wouldn't like it. I ask why. She says because it's full of love interests. I said you're right, I don't like it. A smile folds in the map of her face, her eyes roll like a dropped compass. She leans her head on my shoulder. Her hair comes forth in tendrils of autumn and amethyst and auburn and forest furnished coffee table brown. She says "you don't like love interests because you've never had one." | | Books | I borrow a bible from the bottom of the seat in front of me and skim through it. All those things I've heard of but never read for myself. There's an index that summarizes all the key points of its historical plot. The aums of psalms, the oohs and ahhs of collective wrongs, Solomon's smart aleck lips, all the thunder of rhyme and wonder, sixty six chapters without any answers. When the pastor finishes talking I close the pages between their leather lips, feeling like I've just shuffled through the naked organs of an opened body.
| | Heroes | We talk about the shore and art and writing. He tells me of his inspirations: Barlach, Mueck, Ghiberti, Agasias, Remington. Although Remington focused too much ..ing when sculpture was his real talent, Moses says. I tell him of my inspirations: West, Breton, Wallace, Vonnegut, Irving, and then I stop myself short. It's too intimate to admit them. I worry they will become too visible in my writing if I speak their names. Moses already knows of my self conscious nature and laughs when I pause. "It's okay, Abe, everyone has to learn from someone." I nod and watch the clouds above us like used tissues crumpled and thrown in water, passing downstream. The breath of the sun blankets my skin and I wonder how Moses can stand the heat, black body hair covering the exposed skin of his arms and legs and coughing up from under the neck of his shirt toward his throat. I ask him if it bothers him. He says he's used to it. The sun has tanned him leather boot brown and thickened his hair a black bear roar. A practically mythological Greek being, living on a beach, creating stories out of sand, immune to the weather and indifferent to the opinions of society. I admire him although I wouldn't want to verbally admitted it.
We fall asleep in the sand and wake up with sunburns being cooled by moonlight. The ocean sounds the same except further away and the crowd of voices has dwindled to two. I can see the bruised edges of their silhouettes, I can hear their skin rustling. They argue momentarily and then a woman's voice raises in volume, "the stars are weeping, why aren't you watching?" |
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About me:
This is the profile for a book called Along the Lines of Causerie by Eric R. Payne.
Brief synopsis:
Abe has an untreated memory problem that requires him to compulsively write of daily occurrences in a notebook if he hopes to remember anything that happens. He's been doing this since his adolescent years. The problem first surfaced in gradeschool and remained unsolved by doctors at the time. As a result he can not remember a majority of his childhood, and feels both detached from and envious of children. He sees the whole world and other people in his own unique, sometimes exhausting way. This story focuses on the 247th journal thus far in his life, and is shown in all of its vivid, stylistic imagery.
He is 24 years old and just had a book published, gaining a surprising amount of mainstream success, selling more books than his small publisher can keep up with. The story follows him as he collects character via eavesdropping in public places for a children's book he is writing, being pressured by his antagonistic publisher. During this journey for characters he encounters a haunted house and wrestles an octopus and buys a farm and befriends a homeless sand sculptor named Moses and visits a ghost town owned by an elderly man who has painted the city hall pink. And that's hardly scratching the surface.
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