The Stories of the Beating Stick, by James Joseph Wares
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The Stories of the Beating Stick, by James Joseph Wares
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An eclectic collection of short fiction not intended for children, the prudish or the prim. A kind of systemic untidiness seems to saturate the humanity happening between the pages…optimist are met with despair, the delusional come to realize stark realities, the ugly begins to feel beautiful, the simple minded becomes the profound, acts of patriotism and treason are blurred, murder and justice begin to fail distinction. "This revolution, like so many revolutions, began with a severe act of criminality, a profound cruelty, sublime in anger and imagination. It wasn’t the desperate riots that broke out in the slums or the weapons fired upon women who stole food to feed their children. It wasn’t the disappeared. It wasn’t the beatings, the maimings at the hands of police. It wasn’t the sick who died in the doorways of hospitals. It wasn’t the hunger, the hopelessness or the torture. It wasn’t any of these crimes. It was one-hundred and eight degree Texas heat and a Jesuit priest who could no longer see the image of God in man." From “This Revolution” ********** "I was a man, brutishly deformed, repulsive, a hard thing to look at…in love. I was fed well enough and warm most of the time. I have no recollections of being scolded by a father, assured by a mother. I have never touched a woman, given a name to a son or a daughter. There was that cake, chocolate. I have no regrets. In those first few moments after my passing, there was nothing to do but watch. I feel my remains were given due respect. I wasn’t offended by the cruelty, the coarseness of that rope and I was glad my hand held to my wrist. I wasn’t sure it would. But it did. And now, I am neither warm nor cold." From "The Color of Everything" ********** "I thought about vultures, how they lived in the sky, coming to earth only to eat, to sleep. There were times I’d spend long moments up atop the knoll, nearly fallen into a trance, watching them soar; sometimes for so long my neck kinked, just waiting for one, out of necessity, to flap its wings. Now, notwithstanding the unfortunate act of sticking your head up a four day dead coyotes butt for breakfast…you have no natural enemies. Even those with rifles won’t waste a bullet because they resent the very idea of your carcass. You’re anathema, untouchable…and so free…and you live in the sky." From “The Color of Everything” ********** "I was a young man, more so a boy, when my life first became tied to the life of one Mr. Thomas L. Hinny. Even then, what now seems so long ago, the lines and crevices of time were already set and breaking across his face and hands, forming the now familiar map of an existence corroded and marred by self-induced, bitter cantankerousness. I believed then, as I believe today, that he has hated me from the moment he first laid his birdish little eyes upon me. And now that he is so old and ancient that even his skin is like dust, I believe the sole reason he yet clings to life is to insure that his hatred of me has a living vessel in which to dwell. If old Hinny were to curl up his toes and die there would be no physical embodiment to provide a home for his well-honed, expert and practiced contempt for me. But Hinny, after all these many and miserable years behind him, yet lives. And I live. And here we are, living in this house together." From “Hinny” ********** I believe, with all that was once my heart, once my soul, that I am the last. I am a rare thing. I believe my head, yet fixed tenuously upon my neck, is the last of its kind. I’m sure this will be changed very soon. I hear them down at the river. Their voices carry far. They shout to one another, “He’s over here! He’s over there!” I am not. They bark, “Downstream! I think he’s downstream!” Why is it the living always chose downstream? From "The Last Zombie"
The Stories of the Beating Stick, by James Joseph Wares- Amazon Sales Rank: #1733194 in eBooks
- Published on: 2015-10-29
- Released on: 2015-10-29
- Format: Kindle eBook
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0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Much thought has gone into the plots of the stories ... By Arthur David Digby Much thought has gone into the plots of the stories. I would encourage the writer to keep at the craft.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Want More From This Author By D. Murphy A must read for those seeking a fresh approach to literary entertainment. Jim Wares expertly weaves complex characters into well thought out story lines while showcasing a most unique writing style.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Southern fiction at its gritty best By Brice Hughes Southern writing at its best: powerful, passionate, and primitive in the best kind of way. If you like Southern writers, you will be powerfully moved by this collection of stories.
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