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Epistolary novel – is it dead or alive?

#guestpost written by Laolu Ogundele The act of writing itself is like an act of love. There is contact. There is exchange too. We no longer know whether the words come out of the ink onto the page, or whether they emerge from the page itself where they were sleeping, the ink merely giving them color. Georges Rodenbach Some of my best middle school memories involve passing secret notes to...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 9 The Ark  /absurdist comedy/ When angry, count to four. When very angry, swear. My ex-wife, Martha, took the definition of angry to another level. When she realized where she was, she started to swing the raft, madly kicking the wood floor. Three muscular Hamilton sisters pressed Martha’s body against the wet boards, but she did not give up. She slipped out from under their fingers, grabbed Mr. Brahman-Carrado’s suitcase,...

XXI century: in search of Utopia

I abhor the idea of a perfect world. It would bore me to tears. Shelby Foote Imagine you walk into your friend’s apartment on a dark, cloudy evening – head bowed and hands trembling. You sigh softly and say, “Friend, I have some good news and some bad news. Which would you like to hear first?” Now, people have their different ways of approaching this kind of question. To most people,...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 8 The more, the merrier /absurdist comedy/ How do you find a way out when you are surrounded by madness? There’s no clear answer to this question unless you are prepared for tremendous actions. I wasn’t ready. My way ‘out’ was still the same – ‘in’ or ‘with’. Sweet Ms. Amblycorypha Oblongifolia, the Sobekneferu of my dreams, the one I saved from the dirty paws of Mr. Domination, in...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

/absurdist comedy/ Day 6 The Terrace  The last suspect on my list was the glorious Mrs. Vegas, but I decided to let things slide because: a) I found my real Sobekneferu-queen, b) my job as a private investigator was done, and c) I had to rush back to secure my money. I went to inspect the stone mentioned by Arcadio because I promised myself to check each clue before announcing...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

/absurdist comedy/ Day 5 The Investigation I wanted to bang my head against the door, then growl till I was blue in the face, as I often did in my grandma’s house. I remember she said to the neighbors it was a healthy sign in a growing wee boy. Our neighbors prophesied me a great criminal future — the death on the desolate Fleur Moor or in a Mind Disorder...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

/absurdist comedy/ Day 4 The Crime I was still clutching my favorite pillow between my legs when I got the feeling that something was wrong. The sense of the air being displaced, the excitement in my nerve endings, the wander of breathing in a solid mass of danger, the sound of thunder and lightning — all that had passed through me, surprising in its spontaneity. I didn’t want to believe I...

The Story of Harmless Bullet

/absurdist comedy/ Day 3 The Beach I couldn’t even imagine how the events of the last days would drive me into a corner: at first – shining, iridescent meetings filled by the animalistic libido; later – a tearing desire to get back to the past. I opened my eyes as I felt the cold that emanated from a dark silhouette covering me from the bright rays of the scorching sun....