Saturday, February 7, 2009
The Secret Goldfish
Once described as "kind of like Groundhog Day, but with goldfish, and not as funny, THE SECRET GOLDFISH is a novel of epic proportions, though in progress, which is to say there is a great deal of potential and not much else, but there will be, little by little, and you know, the greatest achievements of all time were built one brick at a time, or one bad metaphor at a time, as the case may be, by guys who put their pants on one leg at a time just like you, or women who put their dresses on one leg at a time, or guys who put on dresses one leg at a time, or sequined jumpsuits or robes or what have you, as the case may be.
Labels:
drinking,
fiction,
ice fishing,
marijuana,
novel,
seafood,
serial fiction,
The Seventies,
winter
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