Come with me to Spyglass House, built on a fault line where time and space meet at
the intersection of all dimensions, where alternate worlds beckon through each side door, and where the exotic seems common place. But hang onto your club key. You'll not get back home without it.
When Rex Barney inherits a key in the shape of a telescope, and enters into the exclusive club of Spyglass House, he stumbles out into the alternate world of 19th century Indjia, a land of snake charmers and elephants, steam engines and sailing ships. He falls in with two genteel ladies who promise him sweetmeats and licentious entertainment to accompany them on the train to Norpur where they will endeavor to purloin a stash of royal jewels--rubies, diamonds, emeralds the size of a thumbnail.
It sounds like great fun until he is shanghaied aboard a tall ship, runs into pirates seeking to separate head from body, treks through mangrove swamps infested with snakes and mosquitoes, faces jungle people out looking for stew meat, and eats stirred-fried beetles which might taste a little bit like chicken, but a whole lot more like puke. And all this before he gets caught in the crossfire over who should be the Maharaja of Donjobi. Oh yeah, great fun, if he can hang onto his own jewels and the key to get back into Spyglass House.
Spyglass House is Peter Abresch's 12th novel. No message, just fun.
About the Author
He is also the author of a non-fiction book on writing, Easy Reading Writing, easy reading about writing easy reading, published in August, 2001. The challenge here, pick up the book and start reading anywhere and if it is hard to read, he doesn't know what he is talking about. He has used that knowledge to output BookMarc, a free on-line newsletter on the adventures of fiction writing.
He also outputs a free spiritual poem each Monday called Burnt Offerings, free for the asking.
He has also written writing columns for Futures Magazine and articles on e-publishing for Sister-In-Crime, taught fiction writing at the Smithsonian Institution, Washington Independent Writers, and Maryland Writers Association, memoir writing at the College of Southern Maryland, plus various seminars in the Washington/Baltimore area.
Finally, he has written a one act play, Headquarters, which was produced at the Vianney Theater in 2005 and has been selected to be produced in the Maryland One Act Festival in January 2012 and also be performed at the East Coast Play Festival in spring of 2012 .
Peter Abresch was born in the USA, a long, looong time ago, was a professional dancer in the far past, a Geodesist which took him all over the world, and a computer systems programmer before retiring from the National Weather Service. He has built three sailboats and, with his wife and five sons, hammered and nailed together a thirty-four hundred square foot house.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I was intrigued by this story, I thought it was entertaining and funny. If your looking for a light hearted story of mischief and mayhem this is the book to read.
A fast paced romp thru a time machine trip into old Bombay. Fun to read, it keeps you engrossed.