Early Reviews and Ratings

It’s early days, but feedback from my LibraryThing book giveaway of An Aspiration to Lie Flat looks very promising.

Here are some excerpts from my book’s reviews. (The full reviews and more can be found on LibraryThing.)

“This is a totally inane book that should be read by many.”

Edit: I couldn’t agree more.

“To me, it was a big joke, in a good way.”

“This story is hilarious, absurd, has a lot of heart, and is almost scary as in how I can imagine it could actually happen to someone.”

“What a fun whirlwind of a read! Keep in mind that at a quick 129 pages there simply isn’t a lot of time for nuance. Just enjoy the ride! I sure did!”

“I wasn’t sure what to expect from An Aspiration to Lie Flat, but it completely won me over. The humor is dry and understated, the kind that lingers and gets funnier the more you think about it. The main character is a disaster in the best way, yet you can’t help but root for him. The writing is sharp, fresh, and unlike most books I’ve picked up. If you enjoy offbeat, clever stories that break away from the usual formula, this one is definitely worth reading.”


There is a distinct possibility you will enjoy this book!

(I’m careful not to overpromise, but you truly might. Most reviewers found it fun, which was my principle goal.)

Sneak peek at the next Terrence Novel – A Hesitation to Be of Use

Chapter 1

I pressed the doorbell, smiling at the tiny integrated camera.

“Go away!” a shrill voice blared.

Perhaps he couldn’t see me?

“Hi, Colonel Zervic. This is your neighbor, Terrence Winkworth.”

“I know who you are,” the voice replied. “Go away!”

I looked to Jim for assistance, but his face was blank.

“Why are you still here?” the voice roared from the doorbell. “Leave my property now!”

“I was hoping for a word.”

“You were hoping for a word, were you? Stay right there. Let’s see how wise that was.”

After a moment, the front door flew open, and an older gentleman appeared. He stared at me with an abundance of malice.

I stayed the course.

“Hi. It’s nice to meet…”

“Mr. Winkworth, do you know what a Belgian Malinois is?” the colonel interrupted.

“It’s a breakfast pastry,” I replied, pleased by the opportunity to bond over food. “Cousin to the croissant, if I’m not mistaken.”

His facial features tightened.

“No, you fool. It is the finest breed of military dog known to man. They can scale walls, climb trees, think tactically, and tear a man to shreds when so commanded. I’ve trained dozens of them.”

I nodded approvingly.

“Good for you! It is important to stay active in retirement.”

This only seemed to anger him more.

“I don’t mean right now! I mean I spent thirty years in the military training them!”

I knew the revelation was meant to impress, but the scales fell from my eyes.

I had always imagined the man commanding tanks, not doling out treats.

“So, you were the Marines’ answer to the dog whisperer?”

He began to tremble.

“I am a man who can unleash devastation with the sound of my voice. I think you should be aware of that.”

“Got it. Thanks. Anyway, I was wondering if we could discuss the little misunderstanding over my camper?”

“There is no misunderstanding. In twenty-seven days, it will be gone, one way or another.”

“I see.”

Anyone could tell that my act was bombing. Time for my big move.

“I brought you a gift!” I offered, with what little cheer I could muster.

The colonel frowned.

“That’s quite all right. My real gift will arrive in twenty-seven days.”

“You should really take it,” I encouraged him. “It’s engraved with your name.”

The colonel was too disciplined to roll his eyes, but an eyeroll was implied by his flat stare, as he accepted the gift.

“Thank you. Please leave.”

I saw little point in prolonging the agony. I said goodbye, then plodded back home with Jim.

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Three Americans in a Picanto

One sweltering day in August, when my patience was at its stickiest, I received an email from a discount tour guide. He was offering personalized legacy trips through England, helping Americans reconnect with their forgotten aristocratic heritages.

Having always sensed my innate nobility, I was sure the trip would deliver a fascinating reveal.

(It was promised in the advertisement.)

I phoned two friends, proposing we flee our oppressive environment to seek our oppressive roots.

I was not alone in my enthusiasm.

Both friends suspected they were distantly royal. It was worth checking out.

After calling a financial associate to propose a credit limit increase, three tickets were obtained, and we commenced our journey.

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Battles are Won with Logistics

I examined my supplies. They were sufficient.

I began to shuttle them to the front, without alerting the enemy.

Like Thermopylae, fighting was soon confined to a narrow pass, easier to defend.

At last, victory was in sight.

I fought my way to my assigned seat and placed my carry-on bag in the last available overhead bin.

I sat. I buckled. I conquered.

Fenwick Appears

Act One

Stanton Fenwick wrote a book. It wasn’t long. It wasn’t deep. It was just a simple farce, decades behind its time.

He worried his book would be misunderstood, that the world wasn’t ready for early twentieth-century literature.

Another concern: Stanton didn’t know how to write.

But he knew what he found funny, especially dry comedy. So he tapped out a few chapters.

His wife hated them.

He knew he was onto something big.

(His wife hated all of his favorite comedies.)

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I found an interesting writer

His name is Dennard Dayle.

Some of you may already know him.

He’s a Jamaican American who is just releasing his second novel with the fantastic title, “How To Dodge A Cannonball”.

I found him because his new book is in the same LibraryThing Early Reviewer batch as mine.

I can’t comment on his book as it is unreleased and I haven’t seen any samples. But I looked at the reviews he’s managed to accumulate from advance readers, then headed over to his website.

It is full of well written satire.

I’m a fan.

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Le Morte d’Aspiration

A brief history of publishing ambition, self-sabotage, and the long, doomed line of Fenwickdragon.

Uther Fenwickdragon, King of Britain, lusts after Migraine, Duchess of Cornwall, wife of a very minor character. With the aid of magic spellcheckery, Uther disguises himself as a writer and beds Migraine, conceiving a novella, An Aspiration To Lie Flat.

Uther disavows Aspiration until, nearing death without a publication, he claims the book as his own.

After the king expires, Merle tells the Archbishop of Amazon that a miracle is about to occur. He tells him to assemble all the lords and ladies of the land who have ever been known to pay full price for paperbacks.

Then he arranges Aspiration’s unveiling before the international market.

Smuggled away by Merle shortly after creation to save him from Uther’s deleterious wrath, Aspiration has been kept hidden in France by Claude, Duc de Storáge. The Duc must be drawn to London.

Merle creates an incomplete Kindle book listing, inviting every author who aspires to the throne to upload their book and click ‘Submit.’

Etched on the page below the submission button is a warning, “Whoso clicketh this button shall rule as king over an obscure niche genre.”

Many great authors try, but none can make the button click.

Then, Aspiration comes along, in his role as errand boy for someone much more important, and accidentally uploads himself, clicking ‘Submit’ before reading the terms and conditions.

As a result, the genre of modern absurdist fiction is stuck with Aspiration as its ruler.

This is the story’s central tragedy.

Recognized as a true Fenwickdragon after his irresponsible stunt, Aspiration races to seize his rightful Goodreads author page ahead of any rival claimants.

Dispatching all who challenge him with helpful advice, Aspiration perseveres and is crowned “First of release.”

To advance his ambitions, Aspiration weds Hope, second daughter of the Earl of Folly.

From his new father-in-law, he receives a table, precisely large enough to seat every reader he will ever have. Around it, they gather to share their many, many opinions.

To Aspiration’s left, throughout the interminable meetings, sits an empty chair: The Seat Perilous, reserved only for a critic whose heart is pure and good.

Sure that a great destiny awaits him-and eager to escape the table’s obligations, Aspiration embarks on a Quest for the Holy Five-Star Review.

He overcomes a series of obstacles, principally by offering himself to all who would have him. 

Then he finds the Vale of BookSirens, where the reviewers have massed.

Aspiration gains entry and prepares for what awaits.

He knows that, come the morrow, his destiny will be decided on the field of literature. Reviewers will have him surrounded. He sleeps fitfully.

At sunrise, the judgement commences. Aspiration fights bravely, taking few blows in the early going.

Then a user named Morgan the Overfamiliar leaves a one-star review, piercing Aspiration’s heart.

“It has all been done before,” she writes, “by much more talented people.”

The blow proves mortal to Aspiration’s marketability. He falls where he stands, in the rankings.

As he lies dying, Aspiration’s final request is that his beloved sword ‘Experience’ be returned to the pool of forgotten literature, where dwells his only fan.

Then, Aspiration is no more.

Duty-bound to the last, Sir Kindle carries Aspiration’s treasured ‘Experience’ to the pond’s edge. With a powerful swing, he casts it deep into the murky water, where it disappears without comment or like.

Shrugging, Sir Kindle withdraws.

Thus ends the House of Fenwickdragon.

Fenwick Award Nomination Press Statement

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The Fenwick Press™
April 10
For Circulation as Required

We are advised that Stanton Fenwick’s forthcoming novella, The Peril Of Making Progress, has been nominated for a Fenwick Award. The nomination was extended late Wednesday, following a review of the manuscript’s publicly available chapters and a collection of the author’s hastily scribbled notes.

This marks Mr. Fenwick’s fourth nomination overall and first for a work still under revision. The committee noted Stanton’s growth as an author, citing “early evidence of a plot” and “an almost human display of talent.”

Mr. Fenwick has acknowledged the nomination but has issued no statement.

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The Fenwick Press™ is not a real publishing house, though it tries very hard to behave like one. All names, institutions, and positions on this site are part of a satirical author persona. No affiliation with any actual entity, whether past, present, or even regrettably imagined, is intended.

The Fenwick Press™ was founded in 1843 by accident and continues to publish pretty much “whatever.”