The Refusal of Silence (Erogements – book 2) is a novel in three parts.
It is a triptych of the same soul as seen in three of its incarnations.
Each portrait was written using different literary methods.
For the first portrait, 'Riptiles and Viverids', the author traveled to and lived in the country in which the story is set to better understand the people and their history.
An American Third World War draft dodger shelters in Vietnam and recalls his past lives as a soldier in both the Vietnam/American War and WW1.
For the second portrait, 'Pendleberry's Think-Cake' the author kept a dream diary over a period of 6 months, which he used to form the entirety of the story. You could say the story was 'written in his sleep'.
An underground faction take an aggressive, anti-government stance, despite the government being the most successful, fair and peaceful government in their history. The second incarnation of our protagonist, Pendleberry, is an artist member of the faction who fears he is being manipulated by some unknown malevolent force. He wishes to discover the origin of the messages he is inadvertently transmitting.
For the third and final portrait, 'The Refusal of Silence' the author, sequestered in his small apartment for a further 6 months, attempted to emulate the agoraphobic character of this particular incarnation.
These are letters written by the third incarnation; a man whose wife has gone missing on an exploratory space mission. He locks himself in his apartment in order to mirror her living conditions, and despite not knowing if she is receiving his messages or not he continues sending them.
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About the Author
Statement – The Painted Novel The paintings I am working on at the moment are all part of an ongoing conceptual project to fit in with a Dadaist novels I am writing. Individual paintings are occasionally used as chapters of the novels. This form of writing is close to reaching a meditative dream state – recognising forms and images in the same detached way that the mind throws ideas into the maelstrom of ones sleep-thoughts. It helps to reveal oneself to oneself. Accepting chance and avoiding the need to ‘show off’ you can discover many things about not only yourself now, but yourself tomorrow/ next week / next year. I don’t write of things that have happened but of things which have not yet happened. The pen speeds itself to beat my thoughts to it. If we have time to think a thought, then it has already been rehearsed, analysed before we go to all the effort of writing it down; that way we can hide from ourselves. Within the writings of the Dada group one could often find scribbles / squiggly lines / and erratic changes of font. This all created a lovely syntax between the word as a representation of a thing or the word as a thing in itself (a picture). The purpose of painting certain chapters on canvas, as collages, is to produce in the reader (when reading the typed word) a true sense of colour in the text; a sense of urgency, a sense of abstraction, of life. “There is nothing to say – That is why there will never be an end to all the books that can be written.” E.M. Cioran The joy of writing is the thing. Inexplicable rallies of cajoling cadences buffeting the spinning, waking dream – The banshee howl of JOY JOY JOY in the midst of the most horrific nightmare; the joy in the pain; the light headed trip in the scream.