Welcome to another installment of If My Book, the Monkeybicycle feature in which authors shed light on their recently released books by comparing them to weird things. This week Michael Credico writes about Heartland Calamitous, his story collection published by Autumn House Press.
If Heartland Calamitous were a book, it would throw its drinking glass at the wall, frustrated because it already is a book, and that just isn’t enough.
If Heartland Calamitous were a walked-into-a-bar joke, it would be to replace its drink.
“Isn’t that why the chicken crossed the road?” the bartender says.
Heartland Calamitous holds up its empty, broken drinking glass.
“What’ll it be?”
“Something regular and unexploded.”
“Everything here is regular, sure, but nothing’s been exploded, so there’s nothing to unexplode. The best I can do is shaken a little. Maybe an overpour onto your lap.”
Later, Heartland Calamitous’s little family of follow-ups are