The normal boundaries separating a writer, narrator, characters, story, and the reader are oddly permeable in tHe. As though accidentally looking through the wrong end of a telescope, tHe’s reader will find themselves gazing down, into, and through a squinting eye peering up at the night sky.
After lying patiently on my operating table for ten years, tHe is finally stitched together. It’s my first novel, and fifth published book.
Enjoy!
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