Sunrays on the Beachhead of the New Creation

A letter from an erstwhile mother to her estranged son distanced by decades sends our omniscient narrator on a critical journey to narrate himself in light of a cruciform history and eschatological hope. Along the way he encounters a cadre of failures in the faith that in some way help him to limp along. What emerges is an intertextual tapestry of prose covering personal crises and rude awakenings in moral philosophy political theory and apocalyptic theology. To what end will the journey lead? Arrivals themselves are dead ends. Sunrays on the Beachhead of the New Creation is a hybrid novel of dialogue and fever dreams. Serving multiple life sentences it borrows its narrative logic from film theory or perhaps biology no theology: rub two subjects together and a third emerges. Accompanied by the stunning pointillist imagery of Judy Langemo Roth this story is a sandbox of literary fragments misfitted angular and invasive. Its hilarious like life. Do you enjoy curling up with a good book? Its like that but instead of with a good book its in the fetal position.