This is my novel, The Idiot Runs. Autobiographical? I think not, my friend. It's a rough draft complete with some of my corrections. I wanted to practice casing in, so I cased it in. Odd, isn't it, how practicing doing something is better than reading about doing something? It's cased in rough (rough draft, see?) white paper with no indication for front or back. Similar to the novel itself which goes from present day Oregon coast to Venice in the 1400s and Jensen's print shop. See why it isn't autobiographical? It's a love story, of course. The main experiment was making very thin covers so that the novel itself is flexible. A success, I think.
No comments:
Post a Comment