False Azure, A Novel

Genre: Literary Fiction, Upmarket

Approximate Word Count: 50,000

In False Azure, a lonely wanderer with a fractured but fiercely searching consciousness sets out to make himself useful in the world. In a series of grand but elusive endeavors, he strives for fulfillment. Commonplace is gradually replaced by the fantastic and the absurd. He saves a factory from destruction with deft tool skills. He builds a great wine enterprise with unique marketing and in battle wins victory over the regal goat’s barnyard tyranny. With the professor, he invents the happiness meter, which accurately measures human joy and sorrow. Through thankless toil, he rises through the ranks of the working man’s struggle, only to be overwhelmed by invading dinosaurs. In the circus big top, he reveals new realities for a yearning public. Finally, he is called to build the great edifice in the desert that will unite the scattered tribes. Surely this will bring the glory to which he is entitled. Each achievement is filtered through a narration that may be visionary, comic, self-deceiving, or all three, leaving the reader to ask whether he is a hero of human perseverance or a man inventing meaning against the evidence of his life.

False Azure might appeal to readers of Maria Stepanova’s Disappearing Act, Sayaka Murata’s Convenience Store Woman, Hilary Leichter’s Temporary, and Andrey Kurkov’s Death and the Penguin: novels where absurdity, estrangement, and unstable narration reveal a deep existential unease.

Excerpts:

  • Isolde

    Before the professor and I could finish our conversation, the bus arrived, and I loaded my trunk on the roof rack as the peasants stood around and commented. I climbed on the bus that still stinks of sweat and hay, and as I spotted a seat, a bear-like man reeking of rakija came stammering through,…

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  • For Labor Day

    The laboring men were not satisfied. They truly believed their philosophic objections had been overlooked. A strike meeting was called. The downtrodden workers gathered around. Sweat dripped from their brows, and their backs were bent from daily toil. Shop steward Frank Kowalski gave a speech, “Let the bosses gather round their silent machines and contemplate…

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  • Ancient City of Opolis

    And the next morning, as we trudged, we came upon the ancient city of Opolis. At the city gates, we were greeted by the city elders. They welcomed us to stay and rest and partake of refreshment, but we must be on our way within eleven days. Our wavelengths are not compatible with their WiFi…

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