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Ghost and Hemispheres Cover Vol. 2I have just released my eighth novel, also known as Volume 2 of my second novel. The Ghost and the Hemispheres follows several generations of a Central American family as they experience a coffee boom, civil war, ethnic strive, a communist revolution and its aftermath. As the historical drama unfolds, everybody in the small town of Ascension is suffering from some sort of existential disorder that threatens their very concept of self, being and consciousness.

Volume 2 follows Patroclus Evers, scion of a once legendary family of coffee growers, as he leaves home and goes to the city to study medicine. Very quickly, he falls under the sway of radical students, poets and priests. Yet his dedication to social change is conflicted. From childhood, he has been haunted by feelings that there is another version of himself haunting the world. This person is not only an existential threat. Patroclus also fears that this other him might be enjoying life a lot more.

Volume 2 also follows his aunt Pepa through her own version of capitalist success and downfall, as she seeks the sexual validation of wealthy men, all to spurn the one man she couldn’t have.

The novel is now available in e-book form only, and only on Amazon.com. I hope to release a paperback version through Amazon’s platform next year.

The cover painting and design are by my friend Corey Brian Sanders.

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Ghost and Hemispheres Cover Vol. 1I am proud to announce that my seventh novel, The Ghost and the Hemispheres, Vol. 1, is now available as an e-book on Amazon. This is the first of three volumes, and my plan (hope) is to release the other two later this year and then to release them all in paperback form, maybe in 2021.

Superficially, this is a book about a Central American family coming to grips with change amid political upheaval and revolution. But it’s about a lot more than that. It’s also about science, chaos, narratology, the way consciousness is created, the way memory is stored, the way history is written. It is about the ways people pursue insanity to restore reality. It’s about the ways competing narratives come to define our history, and how truth by itself never seems to be good enough in that regard. Again, superficially, it’s about somebody else’s country, but it’s increasingly about my own.

I’ve been working on some version of this book for a really long time (don’t even ask). Finishing it feels a bit like a part of me is dying. Given our fraught political landscape, I’m a bit wary of how the book and its approach are going to be received, though. I worry it could get attention for the wrong reasons. So you, Beauty Is Imperfection readers, are probably going to be the first (and only) people to hear about it from me.

From the Amazon description:

A mountain town in Central America lives half in reality and half in dream. In Volume 1, Humberto Albedo, an adventurer and thrill-seeker, tries his hand at coffee farming in the early 20th century. His success leads to the formation of a town, and though he had run away from home to escape politics, the locals force him to become their mayor at gunpoint.

You can buy the book here. The book’s cover design and awesome paint were done by my friend Corey B. Sanders.

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From the adit holes come breathing

Gold dust from the mountain seething

And Indians laboring with summary pants

Hoist the gold into totemic mill stamps

And with 70 beats per minute, the cams blast.

It’s ancient Mercury whose water kisses

The narrow isthmus on its way to sea;

 

There the natives seldom see a sun

That hasn’t drunk from river San Juan

A vision eating ancient manioc

Upon the Pacific Zion where their kings

Once flocked, decked with cotton and straw

Root crops were the staple foods

Mandioca, tapioca and Mazamorra

And as this dream unfurled in dust

Like palpitant coffee in a sunlight colored rust

Mercury with shoes on backward

Buried his seed in woman-pregnant meanders

Illuminated the fish like Maundy Thursday candles

And spread the dream like straw in a totem’s ears

 

Gold and mercury marry and divorce

To be caught in black nets perforce

Spills to the ground its silver seed for reuse

And makes for Babylon pregnant dreams

Of eating manioc by the Pacific seam once more

Mercury that brings us visions

Of cassava on a fructifying shore

Under dirty gossan caps, meteoric water and large axe handles

The light of the Indian candles finds

A new and smiling seem once more.

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