Splice

The title work in this volume is truly the narrative of a <I>SPLICE</I> that is the conjoined rejoined temporary temporarily sanity of a man-deeply fragmented wounded by his era having fled employment and household out of dread and profound depression-who arriving at the old cannabis buddy's hometown of all potential oases on a harsh Jehovah's earth.</P>Des Moines Iowa .</P>. having sought sustenance and support and having received the total sum of both-negotiates seven weeks of respite in an employment program and the loving arms of a wonderfully endowed African-American (black) older woman to eventually deconstruct i.e. implode toward his formally diagnosed schizoid affective</P>chaos and misery .</P>. and again flight-return at last to the arms of his estranged long-suffering helpmate and wife bride of a dozen years-and there with no certain resolution or promise on any imaginable horizon terminate this terrible non-redemptive dark and foreboding utterly idiosyncratic fictive phase of his living.</P><I>SPLICE</I> and the stranger <I>Dinner Party</I> and <I>Adam and Evan</I> are indeed fictions .</P>. yet are truer than real. Darker than the necessary. More amusing than credulous. Sensitive than credible. Valid than factual. Sudden than visual. Important than published. Greater than read. Larger than critiqued. Scarier than privilege. Tender-even the concluding apocalyptic parody-tender-the very last brush of a butterfly's wing. </P>