Dan

Dan

Language: English

Pages: 152

ISBN: 0989760723

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Dan

Language: English

Pages: 152

ISBN: 0989760723

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Fiction. Melba Zuzzo, erstwhile innocent of the male-heavy hamlet of Dan, a town located in the foothills of ... somewhere? ... finds herself in a rut. In fact she was probably born into this rut, but today, for some reason, she feels suddenly aware of it. Everything is changing, yet nothing is making sense. The people she might rely upon, the habits she should find comforting—everything is off. It's as if life, which has gone by largely unnoticed up to now, has been silently conspiring against her the whole time. In DAN, Joanna Ruocco has created a slapstick parable that brings together the restless undercurrents and unabashed campiness of Thomas Pynchon with the meandering imaginative audacity of Raymond Roussel. Either Dan is a state of mind, beyond the reach of any physical map, or else it sits on every map unnoticed, tucked beneath the big red dot that tells us YOU ARE HERE.

"Ruocco spins unusual shapes out of language, but not because her interests are narrowly linguistic. By reshaping language, she redefines the world it conjures forth. Her fiction so often flirts with the fantastic perhaps because she understands that when language stops operating according to its ordinary rules, it creates an alternate reality, swerving away from what normally counts as 'real.'?"—The Nation

"Ruocco is consistently inventive. She tilts the world as we know it, challenging our senses."—Triquarterly

"Joanna Ruocco's DAN is a tiny novel that packs a massive punch."—Bustle

"Ruocco has given serious thought to how much she can do with language while still preserving a story's integrity... Modernist-style experimentation ain't dead yet. Giddy, intriguing stuff from a writer eager to let words misbehave."—Kirkus

"Ruocco's work is cutting-edge, pushing the established tropes within contemporary fiction, calling her readers to interpret and examine the nuances of seemingly everyday life."—Publishers Weekly

"This outrageously hilarious book is also a warning against how others will happily use our hope, our empathy, and our imaginations against us... even while they are eating our hot pretzels."—Drunken Boat

"This novel is funny and smart but knows how to balance both deftly enough to create a genuine world out of the completely obtuse."—ASKMEN

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have. They think it demonstrates that they are unconfined. These breaths are expressive of the vagrant’s sense of freedom, do you understand? Now combine these deep breaths with kicked up bird droppings, rum vapor, and a stubby cigar and what do you get?” “Kablooey?” whispered Melba. “Kablooey!” It was obvious that Gigi Zuzzo wished she had a small paper lunch bag she could blow up and punch explosively into a wall. She looked longingly at the milk carton Melba held in her hand, but Melba shook

personified forces.” Melba’s legs brushed Don Pond’s legs as she squeezed between the loveseat and the table. She tried to hurry her pacing, but her skirts and apron tangled her up and she fell, turning her body sideways so that she landed in the slot between the chair and the table, upsetting neither. It was skillfully done. “Oh don’t move,” said Melba, because she could feel Don Pond shifting his weight. “I’m going to lie here for just a moment.” The thick carpet cushioned the side of her

surface, in a small alcove in the wall at chest height, the kind of phone one finds in a house. Melba had never dialed her own number, but it happened to be one of the most common sequences of numerals, and she dialed confidently. “It’s ringing,” she said. “Hello.” “Hello,” said Mark Rand. “Is everything quite alright?” asked Melba. “At the house?” “You left dishes in the sink, Melba,” said Mark Rand, reprovingly. Melba tucked the receiver more firmly between her ear and shoulder and hunched

measure angles, consulting pocket notebooks then pointing at some pin from which several dozen strings radiated, crying out in protest, but neither did she see him among the men seated in chairs. She looked over the heads of these seated men, looked intently at those men sticking and wrapping and crying out at the wall. Suddenly Ned Hat spun away from the wall and glared at her, his mouth bristling with pins. “A bald cap,” supplied Don Pond, guessing the source of Melba’s confusion. “This

mountains with their crevasses and deadfall snares. But who could have quarantined Dan? The federal government was rumored to have such powers, but the federal government seemed extremely remote, and Melba had heard that the federal government did not even exist in a state—as did Dan, and Henderson, another town Melba’s mother mentioned from time to time—but rather occupied a nebulous zone, almost but not quite its own country. All at once, the elasticity of Melba’s gum exhausted itself. She

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