Anders Flagstad

Bone Sliding

• Broschiertes Buch

Produktbeschreibung

What if you weren't comfortable in your own skin?What if you weren't comfortable in someone else's skin either?That wouldn't leave you with a lot of choices, would it?Paul Olsen isn't comfortableBut he has no cause to be that way.At least that's what everyone keeps telling him.He has everything a teenager could want. A large, happy family. Plenty to eat. A decent home. Friends. Best friends. A girlfriend even. Camping trips. Beer. Heck, Paul has had a Norman Rockwell, Northern Minnesota, All-American childhood in the 1930's when such childhoods weren't just possible, they were probable, and yet still Paul is not satisfied. What's wrong with him? There's a Depression and a War on, sure, but what does Paul have to complain about?Maybe the nagging suspicion that the Universe has him switching bodies when he least expects it?But, c'mon guys! Who expects body-switching ? In rural Minnesota?Flesh sliding onto bones, new bones, not the right bones, well, it's a problem. Yes it is. And it's Paul's problem.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Suzi K Edwards
• Seitenzahl: 192
• Erscheinungstermin: 8. Februar 2018
• Englisch
• Abmessung: 216mm x 140mm x 10mm
• Gewicht: 227g
• ISBN-13: 9780999838501
• ISBN-10: 0999838504
• Artikelnr.: 58069657

Autorenporträt

Anders lives as does Thoreau's mass of men, a life of quiet desperation - sometimes less quiet, sometimes less desperate, but a life nonetheless. That's what you have to remind yourself, when you least believe it, that you are, actually, living your life, and that it is quite the accomplishment, in and of itself, and that you should give yourself a pat on the back occasionally for doing it as well as you do, for as long as you have.
There are many who never will make it as far as you've gone, and none who have lived what you have lived, so every once in a while, remember, it's no sin to celebrate yourself, and give the desperation a rest. It will always be there. You can pick it up and shoulder it anytime you want and start walking again. Setting it down doesn't mean you're getting soft. It just means you're setting it down. Try it, you'll see.
But maybe, one time, at a point of self-celebration, you'll put the desperation down, party, pick yourself up afterwards and start walking and realize you have more energy and more (to use a four letter word) hope - that you're walking with a spring in your step and you won't know why and you don't want to know why. It won't even dawn on you that you've left something behind, that you lost something you thought you were going to have to lug behind you for the rest of your life yes, your desperation. You won't be desperate and it will feel strange until you remember where you set your desperation down - and you go to retrieve it - but, with any luck you won't remember and never will and from that point onwards, or at least for a while, without your desperation, you'll no longer be one of the mass of men, you'll just be you, yourself, a woman or a man who is alive, in the universe and walking about, here and there. And that's all
That, at least, is the goal of Anders. Living in the first, frantically social and riotously connected decades of the 21st century, where the desperation flows as easily as the texting and maybe even easier, and is almost as unstoppable. Almost.