Sixteen Reasons Why I Killed Richard M. Nixon
A crisis line volunteer is puzzled by the insistent callers who confess to
killing Richard M. Nixon-even years after the President’s natural death. What
gives? You’ll find out in this story-novel as it appraises the violence in
America, confession after confession. A "sweet sixteen" in all.
Richard M. Nixon
ISBN 0-942979-30-3, Trade paper, $12.50 . Sale $6.00
ISBN 0-942979-29-X, Library binding, $23.95 Sale $12.00
L.A. Heberlein is from Seattle, Washington, where he works in computers. He previously taught English in Seattle community colleges. This is his first novel.
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People have been telling me why they killed Richard Nixon ever since 1974. ....
brought our family together again, T.J., just when I thought commercialism had
broken us down into irredeemable fragments. That night was the reemergence of
the magical for us. We all disrobed. I realized with shame that my children had
never seen me naked. We painted one another’s bodies. My son Jack and I had
never shared anything like the moment when I held up Nixon’s hair and Jack ran
the rough flint knife around his head to lift the scalp. We washed the skull out
together, the four of us, our eight hands bumping into each other in the utility
sink. Such a powerful feeling to find Suzy’s hand in the gore. To slip my
fingers between hers, lubricated with the blood of Nixon himself. It saved us,
T.J. Once a week we take down the drum we made of his skull, we build a fire,
and we dance all night together. When I think of how close we were to coming
apart . . .