Untitled

by Ken Sparling

Ken Sparling's nameless new novel is a window, an open door, a means of escape. The novel's narrator---Ken---works at a library. He's drowning in memos, directives, instructions. Words at their most banal. At home, he and his wife have almost nothing to say. Their few words are terse, resentful, wounded. -- Ken begins to write a novel, an alternative life for himself and his wife. He gives his wife a lover, a gas man who speaks no English. He gives himself a new language to speak, a poetic language, surreal and hallucinatory, where turkeys are orange and wind knows where it's going.

224 pages, Hardcover

First published January 1, 2003

Reviews

[Andy · Rating 5 out of 5]

I really liked Ken Sparling's untitled novel. The whole thing is presented as random quotidian bits from the lives of a married couple and their kids along with thoughts and observations all of which bear much similarity to prose poems. A lot of the pages in the book have very little print; sometimes just one sentence.