lusty liar

There you stood

feet on shifting ground

gesticulating maneuvers perfected

in the art of manipulative entertainment

one fine distraction after another

and another

and another

ultimately stained by the turbulence of your conscience

it was counterfeit love to the jugular

three doors down from the last lie you told

and lust makes one final request

to slit honesty’s throat

once and for all

pretty tales and polarities not-with-standing

reality makes a corpse of your personality

for a funeral where grief is optional

drama, the dirge

Book

You write it
starting with a letter
becoming a sentence
paragraph to paragraph
a very detailed account
of a life somewhere
a week of heart beats in a page
a year of breath in a chapter
tear soaked page nine
runs like a river gone wild across the dialogue
drowning the laughter on page ten
and you feel it
so they will feel it
when they read it
and when you end it
with a final black ink dot period
You right it

Puffs Of Smoke

 

 

Just in case anyone is reading this thing off and on, I’ve not disappeared in a puff of smoke.  I’ve been working.  The day job and the writing afterward.  I’ve got the manuscript for the children’s adventure novel fairly clean and lovely.  Of course,  now that I’m fully immersed I’ve decided to illustrate the cover and perhaps the odd page inside.  Uploading it to LuLu is going to inspire a tiny tantrum or two as well as a “What in the name of God am I doing?”  Alas,  the end result is worth it.  I will be on some shelf, somewhere and hopefully my story will find it’s way into some little hands and hearts.  If I make some coinage,  that will be thick icing on an already very large cake.   The knowledge I’ve gained from doing this is priceless and the autonomy it gives an artist is very liberating.  I feel it gives a writer more balance and confidence to self publish at least once.  It simply no longer has the taint it once did because the process isn’t a mystery anymore.  

  Once it’s up at LuLu, I’m going to secure my own domain and use it to promote this work as well as the rest of the series of seven novels that follow it.   It appears to be part and parcel of the business now to be doing book trailers and at some point this will be an area that  I’ll need to explore.    Okay, now that I’ve explained myself , I’ll now disappear in a puff of smoke.  See ya.  POOF!

Pen and Ink Book Review

January 29, 2009

  

 

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Mostly Happy

By

Pam Bustin

ISBN 978-1-897235-39-3

Thisteldown Press

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Whenever I read a book I begin with an open hopeful attitude.  After all, it’s one of the most intimate relationships you will ever have with a total stranger, the author.  Today I cracked the spine of a new novel by a Canadian writer Pam Bustin called Mostly Happy.

 When I began reading I was struck by the forcefulness of the language and the raw innocence of the main character and heroine, Bean Fallwell.  I love being drawn in from the first page, unfortunately my excitement began to wane by the time I reached page 20.   The story begins with Bean detailing her history and introducing us to her chaotic life and dsyfunctional parents, Prissy and Ritter.  This is told from the point of view of a three year old child who speaks and behaves more eloquently and maturely than is possible for any toddler, prodigy or not.  However, even though the author mishandled this aspect of the story, I hung in there because quite frankly, something magical had transpired on the pages and I was enchanted.   I was particularly struck by the originality of the red Samsonite suitcase Bean takes with her, full of mementos of her life.  A daring idea that works beautifully. 

The novel is written in a disjointed but relatively chronological order and in any other book this would be annoying and confusing.   In Mostly Happy, it’s absolutely neccessary and an act of literary brilliance from Pam Bustin.  The character Bean is flippant by turns when discussing such close to the bone subject matter as child abuse, alcoholism and isolation and this remote disconnected attitude is deadly accurate.  Anyone who is familiar with this type of dysfunction would agree that the author knows about her subject matter and has expertly mirrored the emotional life of a child caught in the storm of pain and instability.   

Bean grows up during the course of the novel and the author introduces new characters with ease and deftly weaves them into the  fabric of the tale with expertise.  I will remember each and every character because they are so sharply expressed by Ms. Bustin.  At the end,  the triumph is palpable as a now adult Bean comes to terms with her inner turmoil and past.   Make no mistake, Bean Fallwell is not a victim.  She is a survivor with incredible reserves of courage and insight whose tenacity inspires the reader to hang on to life, especially when it’s tough.     

  Although the subject matter is biting and harsh, I recommend this book if you’re looking for a deep and wrenching read, but it must be said that this book isn’t for the faint of heart.   Pam Bustin is a compelling writer  with an ocean of understanding of the inner workings of relationships and the dynamics of the family.   I’ve no doubt we’ll be seeing more extraordinary work of this caliber  by Ms. Bustin in the future.  

For a biography of Pam Bustin visit:   thistledownpress.com

Or visit Pam Bustin at her facebook page:  www.facebook.com/pages/Mostly-Happy-by-Pam-Bustin/21329635178

Available at:  chapters.indigo.ca  

                            Amazon.ca

 

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