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LEAVE: And Other Stories Short and Shorter

I’m happy to announce the release of my fifth book, a short story collection entitled: LEAVE: And Other Stories Short and Shorter.

Within the collection, there are 30 stories new and old. Some are short in length as are traditional short stories, and some are shorter in length, as are the more contemporary flash fiction stories. Some were written as recently as this past winter; others, as long ago as the early ’90s. Many have been published previously on my website and other places, but there are several new stories that have not yet been released until now.

However, instead of publishing it in a traditional manner with Amazon or other publishers, I am offering it as a gift to all new newsletter subscribers. So, if you’re not a subscriber, click one the big red button below and make it happen. If you’re not interested in subscribing and would like a copy, well, subscribe, get the download link for the book, then unsubscribe from the newsletter. No harm, no foul. :)

If you have the opportunity and feel so compelled, I would appreciate you taking the time to leave me and others who may be interested in your feedback by writing a review or even just a quick comment about the book on its landing page at kurtbrindley.com/leave-and-other-stories/.

I hope you enjoy the read!
 

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Praise for the short story LEAVE

“What a surprise. I was expecting a testosterone-infused​ missive about a bunch of sailors. I found [it] an interesting take on the impact of the first female sailors. An added bonus was the thoughtful observation regarding sensitivity training. Mr. Brindley probably could have written the manual on sensitivity training as evidenced by the passage in the story about a mother and son.” ~ JoAnn Williams

“This story was gritty and realistic in its portrayal of the changes required when women were first put in combat situations. It is short but makes you think about what they had to endure and the adjustments to mindset of the men.” ~ Nancy Vaughn

“So vivid in its telling. I felt like I was a fly on a wall observing the “boys will be boys” banter aboard this ship.” ~ KL

Praise for other stories in the collection

STAFANGR, 1994

“Dark, seductive, compelling writing. It goes nowhere, and it goes everywhere. Don’t stop.” ~ zeeculego

“The compelling images, the flowing structure, and exact use of language move your story smoothly. It is beautifully done.” ~ theenglishprofessoratlarge

WHISPER ALLEY

“Really beautiful, magnetic pros that just draws you in.” ~ cid andrenelli

“Such a beautiful and yet sad story. I could feel sympathy for the little girl.” ~ barking dog

THE FIX

“Disgusting, realistic, dark! I love it! I’m not normally into military type stuff but it feels real, you’ve created a pretty effective atmosphere. It’s refreshing to come across something a little darker.” ~ catwritespoetry
 

LEAVE: And Other Stories Short and Shorter

 
 

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THE FIX: A Short Story

Here’s a look at the book cover and a brief excerpt (it’s about the only parsing of the story I could find to share here that wasn’t filled completely with vulgar language – hey, the story involves sailors…what can I say?) of a story about fear, passion, and unrequited desire that I just added to my short story collection. I hope you enjoy it.

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The Fix

The lieutenant commander looked out across the water and focused in on one of the many dhows making its way through the harbor. Its wooden hull was long and its beam narrow. Its single lateen sail was full, even with the slack wind. Its two-man crew looked like haunting, seafaring wraiths through the heat rays shimmering off the water… [CONTINUE READING]

 
 

Yes, that #shortfilm of mine is still a thing…

LEAVE, A Short FilmIt’s hard to believe it’s been over a year since we wrapped up production out in West Hollywood on my short film LEAVE, which was adapted from my short story of the same name.

That, my friends, was a good time, indeed.

Time sure does go fast…

And, frustratingly enough, it, concurrently, goes so frakkin’ (any BSG/Caprica fans out there?) slow when one’s breath is bated in anticipation, such as mine is for the film’s completion.

Movie making is not as easy as it looks from the theater seats, that’s for sure.

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Transformation of a G

Transformation of a G

He kicks off the covers and reveals the body of a mid-sized, thin but muscularly defined, mid-twenties, African-American male. He does some cat-like stretching and then concludes his ritual with some aggressive eye-rubbing underneath the pillow. While doing so, he seems to notice something strange about his hands.

He holds them over his head and looks up at them from under the pillow. He flips them over and inspects both sides of them as if he’s never seen them before. He sits up on his elbows and looks down at his bare upper torso. He sees the scars of five bullet holes and an assortment of tattoos littered across his brown abdomen. The most prominent tattoo, “Thug Life,” arches across the muscle-ripped gut…

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So there I was just minding my own business…

You know, making every honest effort not to think about #youknowwho by revisiting a favorite book of mine (and which is listed as one of my Writing Resources) so as to give my brain a break from of all of #youknowwhose juvenile behavior, which includes but by no means whatsoever is limited to his recent flurry of tweets, in one of which he engages in childish, bullying name-calling and effectively proves he has no interest in governing effectively by labeling the Senate Minority Leader and the rest his Democratic party as “clowns”…

However and unfortunately, I am presently trapped in a surreal and inescapable alternate reality where, similar to the brokenhearted lover who is painfully reminded by each song on the radio of the love he has lost, everything I chance upon seems to remind me of #youknowwho regardless how hard I try to ignore his ignorance.

I guess in this sad metaphor, I would be the brokenhearted lover and my love lost would be the ideals, honor, and integrity of my country.

Anyway…

So I’m flipping through this favorite book of mine called POINTS OF VIEW: An Anthology of of Short Stories and I’m really digging it because its been so long since I’ve read it and I’m rediscovering such cool points from it as…

The differences in a spectrum are differences of degree: to go from violet to red you keep increasing the wavelength. In our spectrum [of how the short stories in the collection are arranged] you keep increasing the distance between the speaker and the listener, and between the speaker and his subject. Thus the central concept is the trinity of first, second, and third persons–I, you, and he.”

Pretty cool, right?

Right. And the best part about it is I’m completely not thinking about #youknowwho because of how cool and completely engrossing the read is.

So after reading the preface, I flip to the back real quick to see what pearls of wisdom can be gleaned there within its Afterword…

And everything is going along just nicely and with much intrigue…

The techniques of fiction imitate everyday recording and reporting. …[Interior and dramatic monologue] purport to be actual discourse going on “now”–somebody thinking, somebody speaking. The reader is privileged to tune in on a stream of thought or speech.

More cool stuff, right?

Right. And even more cool stuff follows with a discussion of how the techniques of fiction purport to mirror other aspects of reality, such as letters, diaries, autobiographies, etc., and we are told that it is up to us, the reader, to determine “what the differences are between these fictional forms and their real-life counterparts.”

Yeah… more awesomeness.

But then it happens…

Cue obnoxious sucking sound followed by a loud startling pop, signalling my return from literary bliss to my real-life alternate reality consumed completely by #youknowwho where it is hard for me to distinguish what is real and what is fiction…

So arrayed, narrative techniques tend to recapitulate the course followed by the child (my emphasis) in developing his powers of speech, and to some extent the course we follow in processing a subject through stages of discourse. When I talk to myself about myself I am all three “persons,” as in the case of interior monologue. This is the first discourse of the child, who does not distinguish between speaking to himself and speaking to another, talking about himself and talking about things outside himself.

My surreal alternate-reality of now had me at “child.”

I mean, after reading that and then the following quotation block, how can you not think of #youknowwho?

According to the great psychologist of child development, Jean Piaget, who has called this discourse “egocentric speech” (emphasis again mine), the very young child thinks aloud, talks to the air…his talk is an accompaniment to whatever he is doing at the moment.

I mean, c’mon…

#whysodummurica

 

Fake News is so Poe-thetic

I read an Edgar Allan Poe story today entitled The Angel of the Odd.

It’s a fun, fast, Kafka-meets-Twain, easy to forget kind of read.

But what is most memorable to me about the story is that it is entirely set up around the protagonists drunken dismay over what we would call the “fake news” of the day…

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