The news is dark enough and the Trump administration has wreaked its cruelty for too long. Nothing short about the lives taken and ruined. So I know people would rather read something funny or uplifting. But I’m at the age when I need to start clearing out my closets, my file cabinets, and my hard drive, and so I’m launching The Still Point, available for free at just about anywhere but Amazon. (Try Smashwords, Bookshop.org, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, etc.)
“The brain is the soul, the bed of coral and blinding light, and the brain does not feel.”
A near death experience leaves a coldly rational neurosurgeon haunted by that moment of transcendence. In search of unearthly light, Dr. Martin Singer descends into the dark. A price will be paid by his family, a soldier gravely injured in Vietnam, and the two nurses he can’t get out of his increasingly troubled mind.
I wrote The Still Point fifty years ago. It was an AWP finalist. It was under contract and in production at a fine independent press that sadly went out of business before the pub date. Decades of publishing ups and downs and enough is enough! Get it for free if you read e-books. (There’s also a print edition but the lowest price they’d allow me to set is $7.99. Sorry about that.)
(Maybe the novel does have something to say about what we’re living through now: the damage caused by a man who thinks he’s better than anyone around him.)
Nobody Wakes Up Pretty 
