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Robert Walker

Corey Mesler

Synopsis:   Robert Walker is homeless. He awakes one morning in his box to find half his face paralyzed. In perplexity, in anguish, he moves. He walks to mimic normality and he walks because it is what he does. Walking for Robert Walker is life. The novel follows two crucial days in his journey while he traverses the city of Memphis, encountering the familiar, the foreign, the desolate and the joyous. During these two days Robert Walker is forced to face himself and, in opposition to his dedication to a desired anonymity, he is forced to rejoin the world.

ISBN: 978-1-60489-171-3 Hard cover $30.00          Sale: $16.00

ISBN: 978-1-60489-172-0  Trade paper $17.95        Sale: $8.50

224 pages

About the Author:  Corey Mesler has been published in numerous anthologies and journals including Poetry, Gargoyle, Five Points, Good Poems American Places, and Esquire/Narrative. He has published 8 novels, 4 short story collections, and 5 full-length poetry collections. He is in discussion for a movie version of his last novel, Memphis Movie.  Heís been nominated for the Pushcart many times, and 2 of his poems were chosen for Garrison Keillorís Writerís Almanac. With his wife he runs a 145 year-old bookstore in Memphis. He can be found at https://coreymesler.wordpress.com.

 

 

 Excerpt from the book:

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            It was on the two hundred and twenty-fifth day of his abandonment that Robert Walker awoke in his cardboard box with half his face immobilized. Right eye droopy, with no blink power. Corner of mouth turned downward in half-frown. Ear sore yet numb. Temple tender, jawline painful. He shook his head as if perhaps he just needed to rattle the contents and the picture would right itself.

            A picture. Thatís what he needed, a mirror, a self portrait. A portrait of the self.  He needed to look at his face to see what had happened. He felt as if heíd been to the dentist and the Novocain had affected one side of his head. Perhaps he dreamed he was at the dentist. Perhaps Dream Novocain had altered his appearance.

            There was no one to contact, no house to visit for a mirror, or anything else. Robert Walker was alone this morning. There used to be Lyn. Lyn was a spook, a ghost now. Robert could not think about her. Lyn had become too dear to him, thatís the truth. Better that she forgets him. By now she would have forgotten him. It had been two hundred and twenty-five days.

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