New novel completed. Grateful for my Abiquiu retreat, where I got to balance work process, nourishing solitude and exploration of this area’s breathtaking beauty.
WORLDS LAST IMAGINED
In these time-bending, multiform chronicles,
A) A pair of “tweeners,” the names given to metamorphic vagabonds who move between worlds with improvisational fluidity, are undertaking the ultimate road trip, while
B) a reluctant tracker, who’d much rather remain in his motel room bingeing on reruns is called upon to find the tweeners … meanwhile,
C) an empty boat washes up on the shore of a coastal Japanese city, revolving around a love story and
D) the approximately infinite potentialities of what it means to be Yoko Ono—
a name, a semblance, a pair of scissors, a tape recorder on a snowy night, pieces of sky.
As a mythopoetic composite, where apocalyptic bop meets speculative noir, Worlds Last Imagined offers a visionary romp through identity, ephemera, and stories without end.
