The Great Chaining of Being—A Novel by Ian Drew Forsyth

Three bohemians from the past struggle to assert their vision of utopia through many lives against a transhumanist future.

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Infinite Dissatisfaction in a Cruel Theater Called the World

David Foster Wallace once said in an interview: Look, man, we'd probably most of us agree that these are dark times, and stupid ones, bu...

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How It All Began (or A Season in Methaline Falls)

Once, if my memory serves me well, life was one long party where all wines flowed freely and all hearts opened wide—no, wait, that's the ...

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Only a Romantic Army will stop the philistines.

Theophile Gautier was there at The Battle of Hernani to defend Victor Hugo’s 1830 play.

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The blood of the poet is deep, 

At times only the sharpest of tools,

will extract the deepest of thoughts.

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Montparnasse in the 20s, a paradise for writers and artists.

Our three bohemians have been here more than once.

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Mathilda Lund will not bend to male artists, she never compromises her poetry for men.

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Ambrose Gaston goes nowhere without his cane, better to crack Andre Breton in the head that way. The papers will read: Infinitism murders Surrealism!

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Andre Breton: The Dictator and Pope of Surrealism

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The Great Chaining of Being

Chapter 3: My soul hangs on a meat hook between worlds. I'm good as Hiroshima ash. My selves dissolve like an old whore's petticoats exposed to a Roman mob of moths. On to Paradise old crone.

Read more at: http://forsythiandrew.wixsite.com/fiction/gcb-chapter-3

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The Great Chaining of Being

Chapter 2: No one knew what to call it: was it a galley, brig, bark, skiff, or float? A sled, cart, barrow, or carryall? A dredge, carrack, or scow? Whatever one might name it, it'd no use of formal titles. It rocked and waved and rolled like wine in a jug.

Read more at: http://forsythiandrew.wixsite.com/fiction/gcb-chapter-2

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The Great Chaining of Being

Chapter 1: The asylum was pitiful. As they all were across Europe. The undesired died here—still raw, or fidgeting for the end.

Read more at: http://forsythiandrew.wixsite.com/fiction/gcb-chapter-1

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