Firework by Eugene Marten has one of the most amazing endings I have ever eyed in literature. I read the ending 3 times. Just the ending. It made me feel like a dropped doll or a foghorn playing Tupac or a person who couldn’t draw freehand at all except for horses, could do excellent horses, etc. Amazing. Please buy this book. It is short fuse, independent, G-string, and prayerful–a word people keep using on Facebook. After I read Marten I prayed he will write a similar book and I’ll be alive to read the glow.
But this isn’t about Firework. Rather fireworks. Ah, Scorch Atlas, that ear trumpet. That brushed steel mobile home. A sign of a good book is you can’t kill the thing…but I am stoic and persistent and dumb to criticism, like any good American.
Stephen Schmunk is the winner of the Lamination Colony nice sentence raffle, receives a free copy of Scorch Atlas. Stephen, please email me your address for shipping. Forgive me the indulgence, too, for mentioning that you can read the shortest story in Scorch Atlas now at 52 Stories. Leave a comment on the story there from now until Friday and I’ll give another copy away to a random person. Thanks!