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Weatherhead eBook JM Hushour

To paraphrase Cixous, reading this novel is like walking on a dizzying silence reading one word after another on emptiness. She actually said that about the writing process itself but here it applies to this strange, savage landscape that Hushour has brought to life. Amongst the phantasmagoria and humor there is an unease, the feeling that the ground will give way beneath you or that you will fall into the maw of the sky. The author has a Kubrickian claustrophobia and his love of mazes as well, not only borne out by the topography of Weatherhead itself but in the labyrinth's of his character's souls. This is a big work that invites you to live in it a while, to try on its weird garments and act differently in the face of the world's chaos

Remember when you were just outside Barstow in Bat Country? Remember when you suckled on Mugwump jism in Tangiers or peeled the layers of Calvino's Venice? Remember getting caught in the geometry of Pynchon or the poetry and meditation of Lispector? Remember discovering the gentle melancholy of Georges Perec? Remember Weatherhead. Relish the terror of existence.

To quote Cixous more directly, "I learned infinity limits love. One must never stop giving it limits to devour."


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Hello?? Look I don't have much time. The connection is very unstable. I don't have the time or the bandwidth to explain just how important this is. There's not many of us left now, and this will use up the last of the emergency generator's fuel reserves. If you dont want your grand children to wind up like the ones outside, you will read this book. Its the only way to stop The Event. But this is the important part - you *must not* read it ironically. We still don't know how 'J. M. Hushour' did what he did. We probably never will. But we can't think of any other way. Also, if it doesn't work, please remember to leave can openers in the shelters.
...Jesus wept.
Could bought get into it. ..sorry. was very confusing..only read 2 chapters. .may have got better
I can't, in its entirety, exactly explain what happened in this novel and what it's about. It was trippy and bizarre and really rather sad.

There were parts of the book (flashbacks) about the protagonists and their doomed marriage that were clear and beautiful. These were dispersed between surreal scenes with unnerving and distorted characters.

This it not something I'd normally claim to have loved reading, but, despite getting a little lost and confused during the longer abstract scenes, there was also an awful lot I did love, especially the slow build. Full marks from me!
I was going to give this five stars. But then it was so long - not boring - like death waiting to conquer time bending backwards drawing violent possession while never reducing mere meaning from a distance sea. I can't write like that - he can. With conviction. The first few hundred pages were mind blowing. That's the first few hundred pages after the cop goes to weatherhead . I wish it could have been edited better. I read the whole thing and I was glad I did. I'll probably not read so monumental of a book in this genre again. I'm basically into reading and writing mystery and suspence; though I'm partial to humorous dialogue on the order of a Raymond chandler novel, so this was a big change.
I received this book free from for readers. I appreciate the author's generosity in sharing this story at no charge. I did enjoy the read, and I would read more from this author.
To paraphrase Cixous, reading this novel is like walking on a dizzying silence reading one word after another on emptiness. She actually said that about the writing process itself but here it applies to this strange, savage landscape that Hushour has brought to life. Amongst the phantasmagoria and humor there is an unease, the feeling that the ground will give way beneath you or that you will fall into the maw of the sky. The author has a Kubrickian claustrophobia and his love of mazes as well, not only borne out by the topography of Weatherhead itself but in the labyrinth's of his character's souls. This is a big work that invites you to live in it a while, to try on its weird garments and act differently in the face of the world's chaos

Remember when you were just outside Barstow in Bat Country? Remember when you suckled on Mugwump jism in Tangiers or peeled the layers of Calvino's Venice? Remember getting caught in the geometry of Pynchon or the poetry and meditation of Lispector? Remember discovering the gentle melancholy of Georges Perec? Remember Weatherhead. Relish the terror of existence.

To quote Cixous more directly, "I learned infinity limits love. One must never stop giving it limits to devour."