Kirjahaku

In this collection of rare, hard-to-find, and often too-short short "stories", Guy J. Jackson wields his not particularly helpful but still relatively charming (at least compared to being chased) worldview in order to pretty much study and correct all of humanity's foibles, or at least the ones that need correcting by the end of this year. Also, if you read these "stories" at the rate of one per day, you'll feel Zen for however many days that there are "stories", or so claimed Roundfire Books' late editorial assistant, Nils Samuels Chastain, even though it wasn't his place to decide that.

Yeah, so, no one’s really precisely sure what to make of all this. The promotional blurbs here and herein are from people more eloquent than this person right now writing this, so the blurbs are actually where you want to look for an approximate spin on this book’s supposed contents, a supposed collection of supposed short stories. But is it really a collection, per se...? Are they really short stories…? A.F. Harrold once pointed out that technically speaking the "short stories" of Guy J. Jackson aren’t always quantifiable as “short stories”, and sometimes they are just “things”. Whereas Gwyneth Herbert, if we recall semi-correctly, once advised to simply drink Jackson’s "stories" out of a diamond-studded high heel with someone you prefer while lingering in lucidity on a country road at dusk. But at least it’s been firmly postulated, by experts the world over, that if one consumes these so-called “short stories” of Jackson’s at the rate of one “story” per day, with skipped days being acceptable, one will feel infinitesimally better about, and ever-so-slightly more able to handle, the fundamental inanities of living Life itself.