Ivan Von Noshrilgram Sr’s Terrifying Story

Note: the following is the first chapter of what was a novel-in-progress. It is the transcript of a reading by me, Ivan Von Noshrilgram Sr - celebrated philosopher-botanist, wild game hunter, exotic animal trainer, extinguished firewalker, writer and humanitarian lecturer, at the East 75 Street Community Centre, in New York City, sometime in September 1972. Please pardon any indecisiveness that may seem to exist in terms of theme, character, style, storyline, genre or raison d’être. (As an aspiring writer, these were elements I found most challenging.) Oh, and also pace. Pace, and tone... and maybe direction? Really, it was a work-in-progress; but a very scary one. It’s to be published by Doubleday in the spring of next year. Well, maybe. They don’t seem to be answering their phone. …Perhaps they’ve relocated?

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Rising above the melody, ever so slightly at first, was what could only have been the sound of a horse falling backwards, perhaps with a bookshelf of encyclopedias, down a narrow stairwell, as if to a conga rhythm. In a flash Kingsley understood that behind one of the doors before him along the hallway, a person was dancing.

I was on a bicycle. I should mention that.

It seems all things beautiful are illuminated badly...and it is in the shadows that we hide our longing.

Alistair VoganSeptember 21, 2018Von Noshrilgram, Medium, By Degrees the Gentlest Asinine Expression, Alistair A Vogan, Woody AllenComment

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