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BOB, or MAN on BOAT - Peter Markus
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Publish Date:
June 2008
ISBN: 0-9793123-3-7
ISBN-13: 978-0-9793123-3-5
Price: $13.95
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"Markus has a remarkable ability to strip life down to its basics, to the point where the metaphors we manufacture as the looking-glass for our existence end up standing in for existence itself. Fish, mud, night and river come to stand in place of family connections as fathers and sons, by giving themselves to fishing, give themselves over to a lone search and to loss.”
—Brian Evenson
"With spare but magical language, Peter Markus weaves a tale with the currents of a river, a family saga that spins through both the depths and the shallows. In Bob,
or Man on Boat, recollections rise from the muddy river bed to be illuminated by starshine on the
surface, only to be lost once more in the river mists that mingle with the wind-scattered ashes of a dead man, and finally, to sink again to the bottom. Like the voice of the narrator, Markus uses words that “skip across the surface like a stone”, but take the reader to the depths of longing and loss, myth and memory."
—Pamela Ryder
“In Bob, or Man on Boat, Peter Markus creates an obsessive (and obsessively rendered) song about a man, a boat, and a fish—a contemporary retelling of Moby
Dick.”
— Michael Kimball
“Peter Markus, who wrote of brotherhood with rare wisdom and purity of style
in the linked stories of The Singing Fish, now trains his extraordinary powers
on the heartaching relationship between fathers and sons with even more enchanting
results. Bob, or Man on Boat is a marvel of thrillingly limpid prose—a profound
and unforgettable first novel.”
—Gary Lutz
"In an unforeseeable counterpoint to Heraclitus’ dictum 'No man
steps in the same river twice', Peter Markus offers the opposite
wisdom: the river is always the same river, and we who step in
it become the river, become the same. Only an innocent eye can
see the river so. Only an innocent eye can see that in its muddy
depths the river hides a secret whose nature is to be continually
revealed. Here, in this river-world, where every character with
a name is named Bob, where men turn into fish, where fish turn
into men, where magic works darkly in the mud, where boys turn
into their fathers, where dreams reveal the world, where the stars
swim in the sky’s river, where hands are covered in fish scales,
where the river sings to us of our origins and of our ends, to
see is to baptize the mind in the river. Markus’ world is not
old because it never ceased living in wonder. It is a mythic world
and ever-new. When Markus sings his voice is chorus. Melville’s
Ahab is in there. So is Hawthorne. So are the Brothers Grimm.
So are Faulkner and Jung. But those voices return to, and harmonize
with, some deeper, more sonorous Anonymity, that bodiless voice
which utters every story, whose voice is itself a river, and who
chooses, among countless thousands, one humble mouth to sing its
story through. That voice is spoken for us by Peter Markus. And
this novel is one of those songs."
—Dan Beachy-Quick
"Peter Markus gives himself a handful of humble words and, with them, makes a mesmeric song, a drug you can’t wait to slip into. His Bob—son of a hot metal man, mud man, dirty rat—beguiles the fish, the stars. I bet he’ll beguile you, too."
—Noy Holland
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Peter
Markus is the author of three short books of short-short
fiction, Good, Brother (AWOL Press/reissued by
Calamari Press), The Moon is a Lighthouse (New
Michigan Press), and The Singing Fish (Calamari
Press). His work has been published in a number of anthologies,
including New Sudden Fiction (Norton), Fiction
Gallery (Bloomsbury), Sudden Stories (Mammoth
Books), and PP/FF: An Anthology (Starcherone
Books). His stories have appeared widely in such journals
as Black Warrior Review, Chicago Review, Massachusetts
Review, Northwest Review, New Orleans Review, Quarterly
West, 3rd Bed, Denver Quarterly, Third Coast, Willow
Springs, Seattle Review, Post Road, New York Tyrant,
Sleeping Fish, Verse, Another Chicago Magazine, Unsaid,
Dislocate, among many others. He lives in Trenton,
Michigan, with his wife and two kids and is the Senior
Writer with the InsideOut Literary Arts Project of Detroit. |
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