Luck

<p>A young bartender in Boston’s North End finds himself complicit in the breakdown of his roommate’s relationship with a girlfriend; a married middle-aged professor of composition abjectly crumbles under the stress of his affair with a beautiful student.  In his debut fiction collection poet Ed Meek vividly reimagines a gritty freewheeling 1970s New England whose cynical impulsive  inhabitants—torn between the longing for human connection and the fear of domesticity—negotiate the blurry boundaries of personal responsibility. With these deceptively mundane accounts of ordinary lives in transition Meek paints a humane subtle portrait of ordinary people grasping at explanations for the things they do. </p>