I, Bitchakokoff, Kewpie Slitz, Dong Wang, Crown Prince von Moccasin and Aziff defy common sense in a series of topographical adventures that skate across the page as if there were no yesterday. These interconnected stories project a sense of life as ongoing improvisation in which you never know what's going to happen next, in which you are always in the middle of the story and in which events do not begin and end but only start and stop. Making use of the urban folklore of childhood, the resources of typography and the eccentricities of experience, they have the continuity of a doodle, a comic strip or a painting by Paul Klee. Written in a style that pits the reality of the page against the fictionality of life, these stories address the strangeness, comedy, and unpredictability of common experience, moving from hyper-realism to a child-like playfulness and covering a wide range of moods and levels of organization. The Endless Short Story continues Ronald Sukenick's dialogue with "the intelligence," in which he has said, "you practice a discipline of abstraction I practice a discipline of inclusion. You practice a discipline of reduction I of addition. You pursue essentials I ride with the random. You cultivate separation toward stillness I rest in movement."
"The very best sort of experimental writing by one of the best writers of it."—New York Times Book Review
"A kind of cross between the Sterne of Tristram Shandy and the Thomas Pynchon of V (and for my money more readable than Pynchon), Sukenick combines fantasy and parody and satire brilliantly."—Houston Post
Everything was so small he kept knocking it over and breaking it meantime back there the search for the great white fish continues and somewhere an enormous wave is breaking. The day he met her in the café got such a hit off her energy was insomniac all night ran along the Seine at dawn thinking jesus christ these Americaines. Total absence of taste leading to nostalgia for the mud the mud of the Colorado sucking out Grand Canyon watering melons of Southern California electrifying the network of Los Angeles. Back there they talk not to mean they talk to say was on the point of forgetting who he was in his head though still chasing the great white fish. Intervention of distances voyeur of self esthetic of molecular compositions moving through grid of chance immersion in space terminal gratifications she opened her mouth to speak a pink butterfly flew. Stupendous prosody of event alone anneals abscess of soul thus the freeways of the mind are laid bare to the hooves of oxen she murmured let's get going everything is. Each night before going to bed they talked about the big bang everything is widening opening out how much further is it for example from Biloxi to the Sandwich Isles. Keeps getting bigger lips tremble for time pisses communication lost amid white song of galaxy whizzing through star swarm white fish sperm blob amnesiac cosmos sucking power of absence mother. It happened that caught between nostalgia of past and pathos of present necessity of future propagated duplicity of act you're the greatest show on earth sweet heart voyeur of self. Suppose one could eat the great white fish suppose one did suppose suppose an enormous wave breaking suppose it's breaking in you suppose tremendous events tremble on your tip bang.
Endless Short Story
Endless Short Story