Let Us Imagine Lost Love

A one-man publishing firm and a designer of abecedarians agendas address books and blanks this storys narrator threads together his most complicated design yet: the story of his own past. Living in The Country Club Plaza the Mr. Tabula Rasa of Kansas City tries to makes sense of his life through Wednesday Wives Chekhov the dictionary and fabricated religion. The story weaves through his college memories written in fleeting Didion-esque vignettes: Berkeley. The 60s. Two boys howling Ginsberg in the campus library. Riots. The bourgeois of academia and pretend-doctors. A lab where dogs are bled dry for the betterment of humanity. Hazen: his close friend and classmate a man privy to quick wit and easy women. Beth: a waitress painter and unrequited love. And Austen: the black Healy that welds the three together. Teeming with reminisces of the ugly and beautiful of youthful misunderstandings and secret longings Robert Day offers us a mans life as glossy possible and vast as a blank book.