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A review by motherhorror
The Tired Sounds, A Wake by Michael Wehunt
5.0
Big thank you to the author for sending this book, one of only 200 books in a limited run and from his private collection.
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Wow. I mean, I'm sitting here just looking at the cover, sort of shaking my head in disbelief over what some authors manage to do with words over just a few pages.
First, that cover. There's artwork inside too so I just want to give a shoutout to Justine Jones for her hauntingly beautiful artwork here, it really meshed well with Wehunt's dreamlike-narrative.
Second,
Michael Wehunt's dream-like narrative.
This kind of storytelling is special and you're either going to be a huge fan of it (like me) or you're going to miss it.
It's like slow dripping honey.
It's poetry.
It's intentional.
It's weird.
It's oddly personal.
I read one description in here about grapefruit with my mouth gaped open like a big, stupid fish because how did he *do* that?? How did he find the exact thing to say about grapefruit? Like he crawled into my head and extracted some random thought I had like several years ago...about GRAPEFRUIT. I don't know. Like I said, this writing is oddly personal.
This is a tale about a marriage. A well-seasoned, mature marriage that lost its togetherness and is finding its way more amicably when the two people, Lorne and Gwen, are apart.
She's and artist and he's a writer--two very individualistic, lonely, creative hobbies that seem to be the catalyst for the wedge between them.
And then there are those mimes.
And some French stuff.
And that house.
...
But listen, you don't need a rundown of the story. You just need to know that Michael Wehunt is one to watch and one to collect. I own Greener Pastures, his debut collection of short stories and I loved *that* and I loved *this* and I'm a fan. I'll buy whatever he writes. Hopefully, if I heard correctly, this novella will find its way in an upcoming collection or a reprint or something but if you do happen to see it and it has become available, trust me: Buy it. Buy all the Michael Wehunt books. Okay. I'm done now.
____
Wow. I mean, I'm sitting here just looking at the cover, sort of shaking my head in disbelief over what some authors manage to do with words over just a few pages.
First, that cover. There's artwork inside too so I just want to give a shoutout to Justine Jones for her hauntingly beautiful artwork here, it really meshed well with Wehunt's dreamlike-narrative.
Second,
Michael Wehunt's dream-like narrative.
This kind of storytelling is special and you're either going to be a huge fan of it (like me) or you're going to miss it.
It's like slow dripping honey.
It's poetry.
It's intentional.
It's weird.
It's oddly personal.
I read one description in here about grapefruit with my mouth gaped open like a big, stupid fish because how did he *do* that?? How did he find the exact thing to say about grapefruit? Like he crawled into my head and extracted some random thought I had like several years ago...about GRAPEFRUIT. I don't know. Like I said, this writing is oddly personal.
This is a tale about a marriage. A well-seasoned, mature marriage that lost its togetherness and is finding its way more amicably when the two people, Lorne and Gwen, are apart.
She's and artist and he's a writer--two very individualistic, lonely, creative hobbies that seem to be the catalyst for the wedge between them.
And then there are those mimes.
And some French stuff.
And that house.
...
But listen, you don't need a rundown of the story. You just need to know that Michael Wehunt is one to watch and one to collect. I own Greener Pastures, his debut collection of short stories and I loved *that* and I loved *this* and I'm a fan. I'll buy whatever he writes. Hopefully, if I heard correctly, this novella will find its way in an upcoming collection or a reprint or something but if you do happen to see it and it has become available, trust me: Buy it. Buy all the Michael Wehunt books. Okay. I'm done now.