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Randy at Home
By Corey Mesler
Ringo’s singing “Act Naturally.” The tea kettle is so close to screaming
that time stands still. Randy is motionless in the middle of his crappy
apartment staring at a TV with the sound turned off. There’s a woman on
the screen in a bikini and a bunch of college jock types standing around
her, ogling. Randy feels like an alien on his own planet, the planet
Earth. Suddenly he hears the music, The Beatles. And just as suddenly the
water temperature reaches a musical crescendo. Life is all around. Randy
shudders like a wet dog. Sometimes you lose your place and sometimes you
pop right back in.
About the Author
Corey Mesler has been a book reviewer for numerous papers for
over ten years and for much longer than that he has been fumbling in a
greasy till, selling Philip Roth and Iris Murdoch and Richard Powers and
Steve Stern to the great unwashed who come to him from fourteen surrounding
counties, asking “what is there to read?,” such is his reputation. He has
published work in Yellow Silk, Black Dirt, Blue Unicorn and Green Egg, and
that’s just the colors. His first novel, Talk, appeared in 2002, and
a chapbook of poems, Chin-Chin in Eden, in 2003. He is the husband of
the world’s most patient woman, and a damn fine bookseller in her own right,
and the father of two children, whose talents have so far surpassed their
father’s he can only shake his hoary head and mutter.
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