Here's a novel that's more like poetry than prose. I found myself getting into the words, the sentences, the language, and that's why I kept reading. Reading it was like jumping into an abstract or surreal painting. Wow. Gardener of Stars by Carla Harryman was published by Atelos. Here are some excerpts:
"As the raft floated off to sea, out of the mouth of the estuary, semis rattled the hills above, beaming through the fog, delivering products to our delicious nowhere."
"Bladed clouds swell into hurling ribbons.
Jubilantly she takes the martini offered her from a tray and makes her way to the indoor spa where all are assembled around a kidney-shaped pool. Her opponent is on the opposite side supervising the discharge of medicinal salts into the red liquid. As the attendant works her way around it, meaning collapses into the pool of blood, and the players are once again faced with the question of what to do with each other."
"The trumpet plays on the other side of the door from where I stand next to the john. A pair of divinities, or giant parents, who are also twins, suffer the little children to come before them as they guard a constellation of keyholes to doorways all of which I want to enter. Most parents are dumb and these are no exception: they are standing right in front of the place they want me to notice least."
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