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"Your hands are screaming," Moira explains, watching my compulsively wringing hands. "You've seen things, maybe even done things, that you can't afford to remember." In the story that lent its title to this volume, the unnamed narrator struggles to remember his past. But what is the past? In some of these stories, a sense of the past creates the backdrop for almost prosaic characters in unexpected, or unimaginable, situations. In others, the time and place may feel familiar, even nostalgic, but the events often exist outside the realm of normality. Teleportation in the office lunch room? A…mehr

Produktbeschreibung
"Your hands are screaming," Moira explains, watching my compulsively wringing hands. "You've seen things, maybe even done things, that you can't afford to remember." In the story that lent its title to this volume, the unnamed narrator struggles to remember his past. But what is the past? In some of these stories, a sense of the past creates the backdrop for almost prosaic characters in unexpected, or unimaginable, situations. In others, the time and place may feel familiar, even nostalgic, but the events often exist outside the realm of normality. Teleportation in the office lunch room? A very real descendant of a fictional character? An alternate way famous artworks might have been created? An apparently ordinary old woman who may be an angel, or perhaps a being our collective unconscious hasn't dreamed of yet? In this collection, Harry Neil's characters interact with his created realities of time and place in ways that make you laugh, cry, cringe, sigh, or groan. But the one thing you won't do is guess what will happen next.
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Autorenporträt
Harry Neil is not your ordinary California Desert Eccentric. He describes himself as a DRIT, a "desert rat in training," and he eschews the superfluous things around him: Twitter, clothing, hip-hop, the right side of his full beard, etc. Harry is a retired computer programmer, and he is, he says, "probably the only man to have had a wet dream about a computer program." Harry gets much of his material from his birthplace in North Carolina's Cape Fear Basin; however, he is a permanent desert transplant, preferring sidewinders to water moccasins and cactus to kudzu. Harry is especially happy writing melodrama or farce, but he is comfortable with other genres as well.