The Right Column
Big Sur

A little 
self-promoting
here is an excerpt from
    Not Out with Jack
 one of my unpublished novels.  
I am looking for a publisher  
What the hell was that son-of-a-bictch thinking. . . trying to kill us with the
boat. . . making me think I'm being a paranoid. . . and wanting to get my sh_it
and leave. . . make it back to shore . . . unless he comes around again, coming
around again . . . with the motor on full bore, big wake.  Too close to the
causeway and the giant blocks of white limestone. . . beautiful and stained an
emerald green . . . with the effect of algae / on north-facing parts  / of these
immense pieces.  Pieces /  way down below / in the lake / fallen down / deep
right where they landed / when dropped and then tumbled / there by the railroad
car that was pushed to go down hill all the way until it ended and the break was
applied and it's cargo would be let go to go down below. . . the sea, (cause
Champlain is a sea) . . . into Deep Water.

 Not Out with Jack is 168 or so pages as a first draft.
It deals with the themes of dissipation and liberation of soul. LOL
 There is the Trology:
      Writer's Dreams
      Secret Elevator
      Thin Carbon Film Bubbleweb Processes  
 In the 1980's I wrote an incomplete novel which
exists as hand-scrawl on legalpad.
In the 1990's I wrote Lost in New England
From 2003 to 2006 I wrote The Gospel of Anonymous
This is over 600 pages and really might be two or
three separate book.
I wrote a memoir called Meadow West which
psuedo-fictionalizes my childhood.
I wrote The Roofer which was serialized here
at urge central (and you can read it if you have
a password).  That was truely spontaneous writing.

In 2008 I wanted to write a series of novels
that involved a whole group of folks who were
all looseely related to each other and experience
the trials and tibulations of life and the dissipation
of old money.  The whole thing was supposed to be 
based loosely around a wedding.  There were a bunch
of titles that I used, and there were a bunch of stubs.

I wrote a small novelisimo called The Brazillian
about a man who falls into a criminal life style in 
the 1980's New England and breaks out of it to become
a man of high-finance living in Dover, MA (a town of
great good fortune, and lovely as I will gladly tell you.
Friendly.  Easy to access. But don't think you'd
get away with any sh_t there, because you won't if
you have an unkind heart).

What else?  a bunch of unnotible shortstories:
The Tallest Tree in the Forest which is just
fragments
Adirondack Sunset about a Gulf War Vetran
faced with chemically induced medical problems, from which
his wife will not help him recover.
I always waanted to write a story called
Children of the Flood, though I never have
actually written it.  It would probably be the sequel
to The Brazillian if I ever actually write it.

I started to write a parady book called The Blunnderre
Booubbess to be pronounced in a comic French accent.
But the story is just too dark.  It channels some
dark energy and I don't really want to write it.

I have a piece called Due Dilliengence
which is about that time of my life working in
a 'start-up' when the Internet financial bubble popped.

There is a piece called Found Money which
cronicals a man who gets a sudden inheritance and
his sudden descent into morase.

There are dark stories of Launie and Derrick.  These
are fictions of the worst kind in that they are
too close to the truth of the absurdities of
desparate people.

Big Weekend is a partial story about a time
with family.  The expectations of relationships and how
family members disconnect result in a sad and
depressing story best rolled into some other piece.

Free on Jillie's List is my latest piece.
I have not worked on it for over a month.  There
is a lot of other stuff going on in my life right now.
Yard work.  Farm work.  I took a small low-budget
vacation to California.

The Kick Guitar is an unfinished piece
about the 1990's Brighton scene with the artist
BAVO and other folks fictionalized and made
nasty.  

In addtion to all this there is much else.  
I bill myself as having 6 finished novels.
Lost in New England
The Gospel of Anonymous
Not Out with Jack
the trilogy:
Writer's Dreams
Secret Elevator
Thin Film Carbon Bubble Web Processes

The Brazilian is really a short story.
Meadow West is a fictionalized memoir 
     (but very factual in a lot of it).

And of course all the poems, many of which
are here on this site.  Fill free to read them.
I don't post my novels for free.  
Bill Perilli
May 28, 2010