For the Children of the Lotus: A Pipe Dream Altertopia
A lifelong poet, Douglas Morea now offers his first, and likely only, extended work of prose fiction. By label a novel, this is really a serial collection of thoughtful and playful essays, with fictional characters whose lives tell truthful tales. It is about, if anything, the picking up and putting back of all things. Art is not life, so you need not begin at its beginning, nor end at its end. Art lets you cheat, and wander, yes—but here it won’t let you off easy. So reader beware.
A lifelong poet, Douglas Morea now offers his first, and likely only, extended work of prose fiction. By label a novel, this is really a serial collection of thoughtful and playful essays, with fictional characters whose lives tell truthful tales. It is about, if anything, the picking up and putting back of all things. Art is not life, so you need not begin at its beginning, nor end at its end. Art lets you cheat, and wander, yes—but here it won’t let you off easy. So reader beware.
A lifelong poet, Douglas Morea now offers his first, and likely only, extended work of prose fiction. By label a novel, this is really a serial collection of thoughtful and playful essays, with fictional characters whose lives tell truthful tales. It is about, if anything, the picking up and putting back of all things. Art is not life, so you need not begin at its beginning, nor end at its end. Art lets you cheat, and wander, yes—but here it won’t let you off easy. So reader beware.