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Excerpt from novella “Getting Lucky,” from GETTING LUCKY: NEW & SELECTED STORIES, 1982-2012.
(Part I of V)
I. The Award Lucas “Lucky” Bohannon lays the tux out on the ratty bedspread alongside his leopard-skin pillbox hat, black designer T-shirt, and white suspenders. He wishes Lotte-Mia was with him – he could tell her this hotel is the one where Joe Buck spent his first nights in Manhattan in Midnight Cowboy. You have to be quick to see it in the movie — it’s only on screen for a second or two – a long, vertical, neon sign hugging the
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M.O.N. ObliviOnanisM. Volume I: Dissolving. ISBN-13: 978-0615730929. gnOme books. 2012. 96 pp. $9.99.
A profanely mystical work of hyperpurple theory-porn, ObliviOnanisM is an auto-erotic intellectual fiction envisioning the phantastical unending odyssey of a young woman, Gemma, whom you will never know.
“ObliviOnanisM is some pretty weird shit . . . Language-wise, it’s written like one of Lovecraft’s fantasy stories, all flowery and dense, winding prose. We go deep into Gemma’s darkest desires . . . The general tone and feeling of the text are equal parts Bataille and Story of O . . . frankly, it’s amazing to me that
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About the novel: Artie Pendragon loves anarchy, pee wee soccer games, and midget wrestlers. He really hates high school, but his plan to blow up his school is interrupted when he is declared the king of TV Land. After taking the throne, Artie’s pro-wrestling, non-midget uncle steals it from him and enforces a strict policy of censorship throughout the land. To take back what is rightfully his, Artie must go on a quest for the Holy Grail, which is the only thing that will make his Excalibur 3000 remote control work properly.
TV Snorted My Brain is a modern-day
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“So how are you Lau– ” “Are you– ” “I’m okay– ” “Fine– ” We meet for the first time like bemused pedestrians that can’t get past each other, moving left together, moving right together. “What are you drinking?” He asks. “Whatever you are,” I say. The deep-red wooden tables are scarred with rings from cold beer and warm glasses and the wallpaper’s faded yellow from before the smoking ban and any lock-in’s since, but it’s a warm-feeling place, soaking up the way the punters feel and storing it in the carpet,
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Jennifer’s Facebook was without posture. Like she’d answered the questions rapidly, no consideration of real-world consequence. She liked eighties movies, still mourned Bradley Nowell. Occupation: EMT. Relationship Status: Single. Mom reappeared, racket in hand. “I’m going to the club if you want me to drop you at Whole Foods. Benjy said he’d pick you up in an hour.” I was twenty, didn’t have a license. Benjy had been old for his grade. When he turned sixteen Dad had bought him a Range Rover to make up for marital misconduct. Car was yellow, colossal, called the Short Bus
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Part 3
(Part 1, Part 2)
Mary found the white plastic shopping bag containing a framed color photograph in the trunk of his car. Bill removed the keys from his back pocket while walking across the teacher’s parking lot. The silver frame held the snapshot of a teenage girl with curly blond hair standing on the shore of a lake. He slid the key in the lock and turned it to the left. Judging by the faded colors and the girl’s blouse, Mary decided that it had been taken in the mid-seventies. He closed the door and pulled the
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Part 2
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Bill thought of taking her picture as she stood on the shore of Sylvan Beach. Sarah had removed her sneakers and socks, rolled up her jeans, and stepped into the dark gray water. “It’s sooo fucking cold!” He was standing five yards away when he framed her in the viewfinder and focused. She looked down at the miniature waves breaking around her ankles just before he took the picture. “Why were you playing a role?” Bill asked. Sarah’s shoulders were covered with gooseflesh, “I guess in some stupid way I felt that if
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Part 1 Sarah contemplated his tranquil expression before saying, “I always thought you had,” in a soft voice. Bill pulled the damp condom off his flaccid erection, “that isn’t true.” The pounding in his chest had begun to subside. Sarah possessed a glowing intensity that radiated between them, “A lot of girls in school,” her cheeks were a rosy pink, “said they slept with you,” and her eyes were wide open. Sperm collected in the tip of the condom he held between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. She pressed her thighs together and sighed. He weighed
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About the novel: Outgrown Horses tells the story of Brent, a 20-year-old semi-closeted gay man who saves horses from slaughter at auction, and his relationships with Rusty, a disabled man whose therapy includes horseback riding, Lewis, Rusty’s 13-year-old son who idolizes Brent, and Daniel, a top notch show jumper succumbing to the shady world in the horse show circuit. When Brent starts training Sam, a dangerous horse with grand prix potential, he begins to confront his feelings about Daniel and question Daniel’s motives when he suggests Brent sell Sam to a horse dealer.
It was well into March when Rusty
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In one story, the two sisters were an olive at the bottom of a dirty martini and were clipped in two by a set of large teeth.
One sister was the top half of the olive. She imagined herself in the mouth of the old man she was in love with. The other sister, the bottom half, was trapped under the tongue until she slipped out as the large mouth took the shape of laughter. There was something just right about the way she moved in his mouth and she knew he was probably thinking about it
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