The Epic Journey To The Great Palace of Non-Judgment

A hapless, feckless, lonely refugee from a psychologically-oppressive country stumbles, quite accidentally, into a nation he's never heard of. The very existence of this society is a living disproof of everything he's ever been taught. He is seemingly drawn inexorably into the very center of this civilization by every question he asks and every person he meets. As he moves through an exurban landscape into a suburban landscape, he encounters people who handle virtually every major issue in life in ways which are forbidden in his native land. As he seeks to learn more and more about where he is, he finds himself drawn into the center of the Capital city itself. And though it seems to him that his movements are somewhat spontaneous, he later comes to see that these events are more planned than he had any way of realizing. What he doesn't suspect is that the entire protocol for immigrants centers around tricking them into learning things that would not have seemed believable under ordinary circumstances.

I am influenced primarily by older Russian and French literature, which is highly psychological in nature. Almost everything I write eventually comes down to looking at the inner workings of culture and ultimately tries to point to what is authentic and alive versus what is lifelessly hypocritical and unproductive. I am, predictably, a bit bored by much of Anglo-American literature, (with several major exceptions), with its emphasis on technique and storytelling for its own sake. Against virtually all conventional writing workshop wisdom, I reveal my agenda quite readily, and I have a point to make. (Although I proofread my work, there are generally too many typos; but, eventually, I finally must post my stories, since I never stop finding errors. Also, the reader is free to copy my stories and send them to friends or associates. But please inform me before any commercial usage.)