Matthew Sawyer

The Strange Apocrypha Of Mr Binger (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

The Strange Apocrypha Of Mr. Binger is a collection of strange stories and poems the author originally posted on his blog. That blog is titled My Isylumn (proprietor Mr. Binger) isylumn.wordpress.com. It's still live and the stories are there. Readers can search for them but here they are, all in one place.

The tales in this collection are also organized. They might be read chronologically, if a reader so chooses. Even so, they illustrate chaos, madness and sometimes monsters appear. There is the difference between this volume and the Codex of Malevolence and Horrid Tales of Wister Town. The tales in The Strange Apocrypha Of Mr. Binger are more real, so much as surreal.

Dark forces, madness and sorcery are prevalent. And so is politics. Evil and insanity manifests in these four reams. And Mr. Binger documents all this online. Oh, that mister is always spelled with a period. He believes it's important to remind everyone.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Matthew Sawyer
• Erscheinungstermin: 4. Dezember 2013
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781311702197
• Artikelnr.: 72341576

Autorenporträt

I hate talking about myself. Like everyone, I suppose, I am a bit narcissistic, but not egotistical. My own failure for success is that I just do not think much about myself. That is not to say I spend too much time thinking about others. In truth, I should think more of everyone; and there is a dull guilt attached to that confession. There is something of who I am, I am old enough for regrets.

At my age, I am prone to think about immortality And being an atheist, there seems no alternative but science. Even so, I know that science is beyond my lifetime. I have no faith nor hope, nor do I believe in ghosts, elves, unicorns...

In that hopeless disbelief, I write so there remains a record of accomplishments in my life. Unrecognized and even scorned, I continue to tell stories so I will be remembered after I am dead. My struggle with grammar and punctuation are evidence of my effort to make my writing decipherable. Because, what success means to me are hieroglyphics upon a Pharaoh's tomb.