Erractic Circles
By Victoria K. Ogawa
© 2006
A fascinating look into the life of a young man who, after having been unceremoniously thrown out of his home by his old, uncaring father as he became of legal age, a home in which the only loving support he ever had was from his mother who died, and until that fateful day when all his belongings were strewn all over the front lawn for all his neighbours to see by his callous father who never showed him an ounce of fatherly love. Yeah, an utter ****.
This novella was written by our own @
Miss Vicky 12 years ago, and it stands the test of its relatively short life so far, and it's a tragedy this hasn't been read by more than a handful of people. I am a firm believer that this should get a serious publishing.
I don't want to give too much of the story away, but I would like to talk about the writer's style, her ability to make me smell, hear, touch and taste every word that fell from her fingertips. I was spellbound from the very start. I suffer a spot of ye ole synthesthesia, and the meticulously descriptive style of this author made that little condition of mine spark in every direction it was taking me.
This is quite simply, a breathtakingly beautiful and heartbreaking look at what happens when a young man, rightly terrified of the hand life has dealt him for no other reason than he's different, a young man who who appreciates both genders, but gravitates more towards the one gets offered a way out of living in his car. A way that that plays Russian roulette with each outcome.
A what's in the box kind of situation? with every strange scenario in which he finds himself.
Yes, pun intended. Each encounter is also a journey in self discovery, hope, FEAR of hope, brutalisation, the realisation that life isn't all fantasy, even if you're lucky enough to get that fantasy for even a brief time, and the hard decisions to protect those you love.
The prose, the inner dialogue, those all struck me as quite beautiful, heartbreaking, poignant, and sometimes dangerous. There is also a scene that I don't want to mention but when you get to it, the simultaneous comedy and revulsion is a feat hard to pull off but @
Miss Vicky aced it.
I was legitimately sad for this story to end, so I rationed myself. I wouldn't allow myself more than 15 pages per day because I would have raced through it and felt immediately bummed that it was over.
I'm
SO proud of @
Miss Vicky and I've never even met her in person. If I may, as an instant fan of her work, because, guys...it IS that good: not a split infinitive, not a single typo, not (my personal fav) dangling participle. The descriptive words were powerful. I could SMELL that city. I could smell the post coital sheets, sometimes the unavoidable shame and yes, this is not a novella for the faint hearted if you're homophobic in any way.
The ending made me cry. I don't want to say why, but you can imagine. I'm an emotional type, and a fiercely protective type. I fell in love with Jordan and E, and if you wish to know who they are, please ask @
Miss Vicky to send you a copy. It really is well worth the read. It's only 102 pages. Ration it, because believe me, whether you bringe read it or ration yourself like I did, you will want more. You'll want to start harrassing @
Miss Vicky to revisit Jordan, like Stephen King revisited Danny Torrance, who, by the way, I fell in love with in Dr Sleep. Who woulda thunk. So if @
Miss Vicky, 12 years from now on finds it in her soul to let us check in with Jordan all these years later, I'd like to be the first to read it. Well, I did fall in love with Danny Torrance as a grownup. And I'm already a bit in love with Jordan.
But I digress.
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Miss Vicky's novella is something I can recommend to all MoFos. Parts will break your heart but if you're like me, that's what you want. That's one of your drugs. The haunting. Not the forgettable. The haunting/bittersweet stories you take to your grave, which is why George RR Martin BETTER not **** up the end of his mammoth ASOIAF series.
The TLR part of this entire review is that it's anything but forgettable.
Miss Vicky. FORMALLY PUBLISH THAT or I may become a pain in your ass. Just saying. You NAILED it
THANK YOU FOR SHARING IT WITH ME.