Proudly presents an aquaintance of mine from the days of New York,
on her new novel currently awaiting the Pulitzer Prize Board:
'Sometimes that Happens With Chicken'
Wanda Shapiro
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Excerpt from the book, chapter 10. It was hard to pick something to post, because everything is so good for showing:
Somehow, Nat pulled it off and no one seems to be the wiser. You’re hearing the story now, but then, in the summer of 1999, no one knew anything about Nat’s building full of Amandas and there aren’t very many things that only one man knows. Even the secret story of Nat’s life has three people completely in the know.
Six Amandas, one more than Nat’s intended five Amandas, live in the very same building and have no idea that they were handpicked from hundreds of rental applications for the single reason that their names are all Amanda.
And why Amandas?
Nat honestly has no idea. Amandas came to him in his sleep whether he wanted them to or not. To his recollection, he has never even met an Amanda. There wasn’t a girl from town when he was in boarding school. His mother had never mentioned any Amandas. His first love wasn’t named Amanda. There wasn’t a pretty girl named Amanda who sat next to him in physics. None of his friends introduced him to their cousin Amanda. There seems to be no reason to explain Nat’s obsession with Amandas other than, of course, his formerly not-so-frequently reoccurring dream.
I
am a man, and alive...For this reason I am a novelist. And being a
novelist, I consider myself superior to the saint, the scientist, the
philosopher, and the poet, who are all great masters of different bits
of man alive, but never get the whole hog.
~D.H. Lawrence
The source of today's inspiration!