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And the link to the Book in Question:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MRIZUIA

More about Dangerous Rabbits...

Here is a new development. We have just published our very first mystery novel. Which is also a comic novel. Which is also kind of a sad novel. Which is also about a man, a woman, and a giant imaginary white rabbit …who's a trained assassin.

It's called Dangerous Rabbits (In Albuquerque) and it's by T.J. Wise. And believe it or not, it all actually makes sense.

That's no small feat given the subject matter.


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Dangerous Rabbits tells the story of Sewell Arthur Maxwell and his best friend Sam, and their encounter with the beautiful star of a "reality" TV program about detectives. Sewell seems like an ordinary albeit down-and-out resident of Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Sam…well, Sam is his "imaginary friend."

He's not, he assures the reader, "really" crazy, just a little odd. And besides, he says,  "… think about the number of guys who play Fantasy Football. They've got whole damn teams of imaginary friends. I've just got Sam…So, in terms of numbers alone, I'm actually doing pretty good."

Sam and Sewell happen to meet the lovely, talented, and tough Veronica Eisenfist, who is supposed to be a detective. Actually, she's the star of a reality TV program in which she and two other "detectives" hunt down various minor offenders.

I'll spare you how she comes to meet Sewell. Suffice to say that it involves a case of mistaken identity …and a stun gun. (In fact, we'll be posting chapter 3 in a moment. So you'll be able to see the whole thing in glorious color.)

Anyway, Sewell and Sam are witty and funny, and Sewell's attempts to woo the TV detective are appropriately clumsy. At first it seems there's no more to the book than that…a tale as fluffy as Sam the rabbit's backside, and just as immaterial.

But then…things change. And not for the better. First, there's a murder. Maybe more than one.

Second…we learn a little more about Sewell. To be precise, we learn that his history is horrific.  It begins with a childhood crowded with abuse and neglect, and then goes down (if such a thing is possible) from there.

Yet, through it all, as he struggles to deal with corruption and murder (and assist his lady-friend, however indifferent she is to his attempts at help), he maintains a kind of honor. Indeed, even in his wounded madness, he is an old-fashioned gentleman, trying to make his way in a world that has no use for gentlemen or honor … and still less, for innocence.

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So, give Sewell and Sam a read. You may find the two of them amusing. Sad, sometimes, but always witty, brave, and true. There's something endearing in those characteristics.

In other words, Sewell may be mad as a March Hare, but maybe that's just the sort of fine madness this sad old world needs. Or, as Sam might say, let's seek a moral victory though…Hare Power.

(Sorry. Just couldn't help myself.0

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On that note, check out chapter Three of Dangerous Rabbits (In Albuquerque), by T.J. Wise. It will be in the posting above.

Or, just go to Amazon and see the whole book. It is here: http://www.amazon.com/Dangerous-Rabbits-In-Albuquerque-ebook/dp/B00FPXQZZ6/

Something wonderfully goofy! A man, a woman, and a giant rabbit

And now for something completely different...

From Dangerous Rabbits...(In Albuquerque)

       Sam is my imaginary friend.
       No, I am neither four years old nor am I suffering from severe mental illness. I'm a little crazy, yes. But not big league crazy. Not hard-core Fly Over the Coconut's Nest crazy. I'm not some sort of Three Faces of Eve Q. Sybil type with multiple personalities who talks to aliens and garbage cans on a regular basis. I'm just, well, call it "eccentric."
       But, anyway, a few decades back, I went through a kind of difficult period in my life. And I didn't have a lot of friends so I thought I'd invent one. And so, Sam...
      Stop looking at me like that. I said I was odd. And before you start casting stones, think about the number of guys who play Fantasy Football. They've got whole damn teams of imaginary friends. I've just got Sam.
      So, in terms of numbers alone, I'm actually doing pretty good.


Sewell is just an ordinary guy. A bit nuts, yeah. But not so much as you'd notice. Just enough to have a Giant White Rabbit as his best friend.

But then Sewell met up with the beautiful pretend detective …and a very real murder. And all of a sudden Sewell's craziness looked downright sane.

Fortunately, when the chips are down, you can always count on your BFF…even if he is a wisecracking killer rabbit with commando training.

'Cause, after all. Sometimes a hare's gotta do what a hare's gotta do.

"On one level this is a witty, romantic, and light-hearted mystery comedy of a book," says Stewart Arthur Ravelin (author of The Kind And Gentle Fascist), "but on another, it is quite serious. It is the tale of a man so horribly abused that he has become something of a monster. But a monster determined to be on the side of the angels."

Dangerous Rabbits (In Albuquerque), now on Amazon at: http://www.amazon.com/Dangerous-Rabbits-In-Albuquerque-ebook/dp/B00FPXQZZ6/

Something For Everything by Robert L. Folkner

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This month, Belfort and Bastion is proud to announce a new book and a new writer. The former is Something For Everything and the latter is Robert L. Folkner.

So what's the novel about? Ah, that's complicated. In some ways, it's Faust. In others, though…

Well, let's just say that this is a subtle bit of social criticism. And very, very potent.



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When Folkner first approached us with the book, 'twas I who got the job of shepherding the manuscript through development. As I understood the pitch, it was a of reworking of the Faust story, but with the main characters being teenagers—sort of Goethe for the Young Adult Fiction market. And that's a good thing. Every publisher worth its salt is busy looking for the next R.L. Stine.

But then I got the manuscript. And, guess what…I had completely misjudged the work and its creator. Oh, Faust was there, no doubt. Something for Everything tells us the story of two young men, Bradley Hollenger and Ricky Stromberg, living in a rust belt city and dreaming of better things, even as they are all too clearly fated for lives of dreary struggle. Then, one of them meets a mysterious pair of twins…as we learn, supernatural beings.

The obligatory deal is struck. And the fortunate young man finds his life transformed. All that was denied him is now available.

Ah, but the price, we learn, is steep.

As I say, when I first saw the proposal, I thought that's all there was to the book—an interesting, serviceable (if not particularly original) plot and well-done characters. And, both are present. Both are nicely crafted. The writing's clear and clean. The two boys are well delineated and artistically drawn.

Except, when I began reading the thing in detail, I realized that while these things are indeed present, there's a great deal more going on between these pages. Mr. Folkner isn't just telling us a story. He is presenting us with …

America.



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First, background. Folkner is one of that vanishing breed, an American industrial worker. He lives in one of the grimy, factory towns he describes. He earns his daily bread by operating a complicated machine that shapes metal. He lives with the very real threat that someday his livelihood will vanish. Such is the fate of the American Man (and Woman) in our postindustrial age.

Yet he is also an educated man…largely self-educated, but thoroughly so. He has spent decades reading history and literature, art and science. He observes his world, and our world, with a trained eye.  (He reminds me a little of that other great autodidactic, Eric Hoffer, who worked the docks during the day, and produced brilliant philosophic treatises at night. Naturally, the Learned and the Wise have never forgiven Hoffer. I wonder if Folkner will be as little loved by the Academy.)

And I should have thus seen what he was up to just from my knowledge of his biography. But, I really didn't get it …didn't understand how completely I'd misjudged Something For Everything …until I heard a quote about the book. Among of its early readers was one of Mr. Folkner's co-workers. The friend loved the book because, he said, he "identified with the Bradley Hollenger character [since he] himself grew up in a crumbling, decaying part of Minneapolis."

And that's when it hit me. Where are these people living? I mean, Folkner's characters? These two boys and their families? Not Hollywood or Beverly Hills. Not southern Manhattan or the Gold Coast. Not the centers of American wealth and power where, logically, a writer would put a Faust story (or, at least, have his characters drift towards).

No. They are in a dirty, grim, rust-belt city…where layoffs and pink slips are the norm, bitterness a given, and despair a way of life.

They are, in short, confined in that greater prison of our collective soul—postindustrial America. They are our analogs and designates, or metaphors and surrogates, our body-doubles…the boys (and girls) we were once or are now, taught to believe that the world was ours for the taking if we only worked hard enough and followed the rules, only to find that the world has (somehow) been snatched away from us at the very last minute.



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Thus, you can find Bradley Hollenger and Ricky Stromberg on the streets of any American city or town…and, increasingly, on any campus. The middle class withers, jobs flow overseas or to machines, the young discover they are unemployable, and the aged become desperate.

And what takes the place of hope in such a world? When so little is genuinely offered to us? Consumer goods, of course. Or rather, the wish to have them. Day and day out, we are presented with a barrage of images…on TV or in movies (product placements) or on the web…of Things We Are Told We Really Want (but actually can't afford). Cars and watches, jewelry and clothes, electronic and other toys, these crowd in upon our consciousness and corrupt our very souls.

And in this postindustrial age of poverty and want, who are our heroes? Who are the people we are told to admire? They are no longer the creative or the forceful. Rather, they are champions of consumption. They teach us not self-discipline or wisdom, but rather what and how to buy, regardless of the cost. Somehow, by some mysterious and terrible process, the Kardashians have become our gods, the Beverly Hills Housewives are the captains of our souls…

And who are Mr. Folkner's deadly twins? The Two who come to tempt the boys? Is it not obvious? Is it not plain? They are those men and women who stand glittering and lovely on the brand new flat screen 3D display, offering us all that we desire (so long as they get to define what it is we want).

Ah, but there's the rub. If we should, somehow, obtain those goods and toys, we find they are unfulfilling. We find that they do not ease that horrible ache within us. Indeed, we find that possessions leave us desiring more than ever, like the junkie who cannot quite get enough of his injection, or the compulsive eater who can never get her fill. We feel the emptiness within us, so we buy to fill it, but those purchases leave us more hungry than before, and so we must buy more.

And so on, unto the grave.



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And so we come to the deeper meaning of Mr. Folkner's book. He comes to us not just as a novelist but also a fabulist and an educator. What he is telling his readers, and particularly the younger ones, is that postindustrial consumer society is a trap. It offers everything…all the marvels of the material world…but it delivers nothing.

Indeed, possession becomes a kind of, well, possession. We buy possessions for the sake of buying, and somehow we become possessed. We are possessed by the demons of consumption. Purchasing  becomes a religious duty. The career becomes all important. The paycheck (a large one) is more vital than the self. Family, friends, artistic and personal expression, quiet contemplation, all wither before the demands of the credit card.

This is Folkner's warning. Pay heed, he says, to what really matters. And what really matters may not be what you are told you desire.

It may be, in fact, the exact opposite of what you hear on TV, of what you read about celebrities, and what appears (sparkling and golden) when you click links on Web pages.

Thus Mr. Folkner's message to the young, and, yes, to us all.

Still, there's one other point I need to raise about him. If the above was all he achieved, then Folkner would have done the reading public a service. But he goes beyond that. He is no mere Cassandra. He does not simply point out the problems of the world.

He offers a solution. To wit, he offers Voltaire.



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Probably the most famous words that Voltaire ever put to paper come near the end of his Candide. You know, of course, the tale. After long years of disappointment, the young Candide realizes that only by tending to one's affairs may we achieve something like utopia: Il faut cultiver notre jardin.

What Folkner says is like that. Only, he tells us, by resolutely avoiding the temptations of excessive consumption, or grandiosity and megalomania, can we find something like happiness.

To live, we must turn our backs upon the Twins and the more obsessive aspects of consumer society. We must learn to see their offerings (their bait) as being the shining but empty dangers they really are. We must learn not to fall for their scam. Their deadly, addictive, hollow gifts.

We must, in other words, cultivate our own garden.

And there, of course, is where Folkner is at his most important. His message is vital. He tells us the postindustrial age is not pleasant. We have been badly cheated. We labored long decades… generations!...to make America great. We invested our talent, our sweat, and yes, our blood.

But, somehow, somewhere along the way, a tiny elite took away the value that we'd worked so long to create. Wealth was shifted wholesale from the middle class to the rich. Jobs were "out sourced" and "off shored." Our present was made grotesque and our children's futures were stolen. And then, to add insult to injury, those who have taken the most from us have announced that it was, after all, our own fault; that if only we weren't lazy and stupid, like "the 47%," then we wouldn't be in this mess.

Folkner, however, tells us…No. He says Pay No Attention To Them. He says work, yes, but work for your own well-being and that of your family, your friends, and your community. Work, but expect only small changes, little changes, and…given enough time, maybe generations…eventually that grim, post-industrial city will become once more shining and wonderful.

And the Great? The Powerful? The Twins? Those who stole our heritage and now consider us parasites and fools?

Well, one day, they may look up…look away from their toys, their Lear Jets and Penthouses…and realize (OhMyGod!) that they are utterly irrelevant. Utterly without purpose. Utterly unimportant.

And forever exiled from the Garden.


~The Editors


Something For Everything is now on Amazon here.