So It Seams by Chuck Richardson
Chuck Richardson is a necessary American writer: Kafka’s disturbed humor; postmodern esemplastic axes and paradoxes; Taoist humility of Hindu-Buddhist warfare mentality; Black Elk’s quest for his siblings; Castaneda’s sexual appeal; the grotesque Thomism of Flannery O’Connor; Marquez; Grace Paley; A.P.E.S. and quantum physics and a healthy dose of gastronomic preference; a nuclear-sonar-tech-turned-journalist-bracketing Buffalo and Greenpeace, the range of Chuck Richardson astounds me. —Jared Schickling
Chuck Richardson is a necessary American writer: Kafka’s disturbed humor; postmodern esemplastic axes and paradoxes; Taoist humility of Hindu-Buddhist warfare mentality; Black Elk’s quest for his siblings; Castaneda’s sexual appeal; the grotesque Thomism of Flannery O’Connor; Marquez; Grace Paley; A.P.E.S. and quantum physics and a healthy dose of gastronomic preference; a nuclear-sonar-tech-turned-journalist-bracketing Buffalo and Greenpeace, the range of Chuck Richardson astounds me. —Jared Schickling
Chuck Richardson is a necessary American writer: Kafka’s disturbed humor; postmodern esemplastic axes and paradoxes; Taoist humility of Hindu-Buddhist warfare mentality; Black Elk’s quest for his siblings; Castaneda’s sexual appeal; the grotesque Thomism of Flannery O’Connor; Marquez; Grace Paley; A.P.E.S. and quantum physics and a healthy dose of gastronomic preference; a nuclear-sonar-tech-turned-journalist-bracketing Buffalo and Greenpeace, the range of Chuck Richardson astounds me. —Jared Schickling
Chuck Richardson is a master craftsman whose magnificent, long, looping sentences, in their whipping and flitting about, present a world populated by obsessive characters whose absurd deeds never seem to end. You will meet a dog named Certitude and an environmental activist named Irena-Delores Farfrankenheirmerzen-Dauphinheifer; Jesus Segundo, a member of a street gang, and Aunt Elizabeth Bullfinch who owns too much stuff for your own good; and many, many more. What's more, it all happens within a narrative of extraordinary energy. Dear reader, you're in for a treat.
—Jefferson Hansen
Chuck Richardson is a necessary American writer: Kafka’s disturbed humor; postmodern esemplastic axes and paradoxes; Taoist humility of Hindu-Buddhist warfare mentality; Black Elk’s quest for his siblings; Castaneda’s sexual appeal; the grotesque Thomism of Flannery O’Connor; Marquez; Grace Paley; A.P.E.S. and quantum physics and a healthy dose of gastronomic preference; a nuclear-sonar-tech-turned-journalist-bracketing Buffalo and Greenpeace, the range of Chuck Richardson astounds me. In So It Seams, his second novel, an unidentifiable “interstellar medium,” or “Ism,” looms over the fate of the Onunghorreatawatawama, a local river we could never pronounce. The motion of the text is centrifugal, its voyeurs anticipating the arrival of things within the sprawling hallucinations and machinations of individual or collective memories, ripened in the bathrooms of unfolding constellations and recorded for TV. Reader, we’re under the microscope, and there's so much more to this book. Cheers, to It.
—Jared Schickling
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Chuck Richardson lives in Western New York. His first novel, Smoke, was published by BlazeVOX [books] in 2009.
Book Information:
· Paperback: 280 pages
· Binding: Perfect-Bound
· Publisher: BlazeVOX [books]
· ISBN: 978-1-60964-003-3