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Flowing in the Gossamer Fold

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I woke up in the glum, glop of the new morning, only to find myself crucified above the bed. The bed-sheets crumbling below me looked like waterless waves.

She’d play games like that; her domineer was stealth, sex, love; manipulate my body, my mind, and I’d find myself in a new way, and a new place; completely unaware of what had happened, until I was allowed, until I woke, or she woke me; and sometimes not at all for weeks, or months or hours or days.

My back bled from her insistent flogging: that sound like paper tearing, like bulbs cracking, the way she angled the bedroom light with concave shades to my back, caused the rivers of blood to glow a fluorescent, decadent gashing. A river of blood, an ocean.

Late in the night she let me descend from the nailed planks of wood. I fell into a brief sleep, a few hours later I woke in a pile of sweat.

Months passed.

Washed my face. Brushed my teeth. Shaved my face with a razor. My beard she no longer desired, nor was I keen on delighting her with my appearance any longer.

Each operation took time: carefully washing my face, brushing my teeth, shaving my face.

Best I could tell, I was the only person awake in the apartment.

The sun cast my shadow, a silky flow with its shine from the plated window. The hallway was dark. I walked from the bathroom to the kitchen.

I tied my tie, then sat down at the wooden table to have a simple meal: a wholewheat muffin, bacon and organic orange juice.

About to leave through the front door, framed a tall rectangle, I heard the rustling of what was coming.

Claire, my wife, shouting from the bedroom, I want a divorce, Malcolm. I won’t be here when you get back. Claire, my wife, only for a brief moment more.

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ISBN:
1110000027427
Publisher:
Blue Square Press, an imprint of Mud Luscious Press
Copyright:
Publication Date:
2010
Pages:
164
Dimensions:
5x7

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Product details 164 pages Blue Square Press, an imprint of Mud Luscious Press - English 1110000027427 Reviews:
"Review" by , “Ben Spivey’s alluringly melodial debut novel of a marriage gone asunder unreels itself with the indisputable logic of dreams and delivers, along its phantasmagoric and dazing way, emotional clarities that feel entirely new.”
"Review" by , “Part Jungian allegory, part surreal dreamscape, part Odyssean tramp, Ben Spivey’s Flowing in the Gossamer Fold is a romp through distorted time in a landscape carved by sudden oceans built from perpetual rain, where a cityscape has sidewalks littered with disappearing sages, and an edenic forest is graffitied with the father’s word. The sentences of Malcolm Blackburn’s midlife crisis are charged with the energy of a young man—the young man who penned this fucked up vision of pain and forgiveness, of what is ultimately the lesson of life: it’s beautiful, and it sucks.”
"Review" by , “Reading like the troubled offspring of Claire Denis’s L’Intrus and the surreal ending of Jim Thompson’s Savage Night, Spivey’s Flowing in the Gossamer Fold creates a deliberate and satisfying confusion between the habitations of the skull, of the word, and of the world. A strange and satisfying debut.”
"Review" by , “In mental maps made of out of milk and hair, Ben Spivey negotiates the slick space between our dirt and air. ‘You can’t count on things to stay how you expect,’ a man’s lover tells him just after handing him a bag of her pubic hair and turning into a kind of bird. It is warning meant for him and anybody expecting any less than magic in the lean, prismatic, calming barrage of Spivey’s sentences and rooms and hours, built on the all too rare commodity of heart.”
"Review" by , “Malcolm Blackburn (motivational speaker, estranged husband of a bird with orange pubic hair, and lover to a mannequin) has a voice that throttled me from the first page, while Ben Spivey—an extraordinarily talented and shockingly young new writer—demonstrates that his own voice is versatile, vivid, funny, and trenchant. I read the book in one eager sitting. Flowing in the Gossamer Fold is a bizarre and genuinely exciting debut.”
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