Monday, February 21, 2022

Paradise Gardens published by Pelekinesis Press Release

 Chapters at https://www.facebook.com/paradise.gardens.new.edition/

 

PELEKINESIS


  Mark Givens, Publisher, 909-293-9270

 

     PELEKINESIS TO PUBLISH PRESCIENT 

                             PARADISE GARDENS AN ORWELLIAN NOVEL

 

“From the infinitely imaginative mind of Susan Weinstein, Paradise Gardens spins a fabulous web. Clever, funny, serious, and prescient. Lovers of Aldous Huxley's and Margaret Atwood's dystopias are in for a satisfying treat.

—Sonia Taitz, award-winning author of The Watchmaker’s Daughterand Great with Child.

 

In the 1980s of Reagan’s America, Susan I. Weinstein wrote PARADISE GARDENS, an Orwellian speculative fiction that imagined a corporate feudal world, the United Business Estates, after the Federal government dissolved amid ecological breakdown. In the 2250s, Nate Greenfield, real estate visionary, with the help of P.R. maven Madge Chilton, sells corporate business on his “eden underground.” Left behind are the Unconnected, people outside corporate protection. Capitalism has devolved into feudalism so total, that employees are conceived to fit the needs of business.


Suspended between the settings of 2250s on the Earth’s surface and 3011s underground, chapters alternate with a revolving cast of characters. Fates are determined by the Psychologicians, who manage the civilization’s data base. Yet, when model employee Janet McCarthy finds herself caught in a web of alternate identities, only her lover Michael can attempt to cut her loose. At stake, is the reset of the planet. In this cautionary near-future, Upton Sinclair’s classic
 It Can’t Happen Here, has already happened. It is a vision at once strange and familiar. For instance, though written pre- Internet, there are Information Pirates dedicated to keeping facts free.

 

PARADISE GARDENS, which is illustrated, is the second of three groundbreaking novels by Susan I. Weinstein to be released by independent publishing house Pelekinesis. The Anarchist’s Girlfriend (Dec.) and Tales of the Mer Family Onyx (June) complete her new definitive editions. Each includes a beautiful new layout, preface, visual material and other expanded content.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Susan I. Weinstein is a writer, playwright, and painter. Paradise Gardens was read in-progress, at the original Dixon Place and at Darinka, whose archive is now part of NYU’s Fales Library and Special Collections. Pelekinesis published the new definitive editions of The Anarchist’s Girlfriend (2016) and Paradise Gardens (2017), previously serialized by maglomaniac.com.

 

Susan’s short fiction and poetry have appeared in literary magazines, such as The Metric and The Portable Lower East Side. Currently, she is at work on a WWII novel based on blacked out V-mail.

NEW EDITION of Paradise Gardens by Susan I. Weinstein
Publication Date: April 20, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-938349-50-8
Suggested Retail Price: $21.95
http://pelekinesis.com/catalog/susan_weinstein-paradise_gardens.html

Pelekinesis full catalog and ordering information available at www.pelekinesis.com

 

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Susan I. Weinstein is a writer, playwright, and painter.  She is the author of 3 books, THE ANARCHIST'S GIRLFRIEND, PARADISE GARDENS and TALES OF THE MER FAMILY ONYX (Pelekinesis Publishing). Susan’s short fiction and poetry have appeared in literary magazines, including The Metric and The Portable Lower East Side - a literary magazine in NYU’s collection of the lower east side art and literary movement. 

Her plays include the Dec 2019 performances of ETHER: The Strange Afterlife of Harry Houdini and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle at I.R.T. theater. Her play THE WAPSHOT WHATEVER: The Secret Lives of Computer Programs was at Dixon Place Mainstage in 2018. Her play Something About That Face was produced at NY’s Harold Clurman Theater. Susan lives in NYC.

Sunday, February 6, 2022

Tales of the Mer Family Onyx by Susan I. Weinstein, Pelekinesis publisher

 


Tales of the Mer Family Onyx: Mermaid stories on land and under the sea

Susan I. Weinstein

NEW EDITION
completely updated with illustrations

Whether male or female, virtuous or amoral, mythical Mer creatures often reflect humankind’s ambivalence about nature. Tales of The Mer Family Onyx explores their worlds through the magical household of Neptune and Glendora, stewards of the seas. Like L. Frank Baum’s Oz and E. Nesbit’s Five Children and It, this is a “family book” for adults and mixed age groups of children. Among the Onyx clan are toddler Ruby, tween boy-girl twins, teen beauties and Pinky, a mini mermaid. When Neptune challenges his children, they discover their limits in forbidden caves, worlds out of time and at the Coney Island Mermaid Parade, where an Earth boy’s dream comes true.


Susan I. Weinstein is a writer, playwright, and painter.  She is the author of 3 books, THE ANARCHIST'S GIRLFRIEND, PARADISE GARDENS and TALES OF THE MER FAMILY ONYX (Pelekinesis Publishing). Susan’s short fiction and poetry have appeared in literary magazines, including The Metric and The Portable Lower East Side - a literary magazine in NYU’s collection of the lower east side art and literary movement. 

Her plays include the Dec 2019 performances of ETHER: The Strange Afterlife of Harry Houdini and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle at I.R.T. theater. Her play THE WAPSHOT WHATEVER: The Secret Lives of Computer Programs was at Dixon Place Mainstage in 2018. Her play Something About That Face was produced at NY’s Harold Clurman Theater. Susan lives in NYC.

Paradise Gardens by Susan I. Weinstein, published by Pelekinesis, information, publisher page, quotes, etc.

For chapter excerpts and illustrations,  https://www.facebook.com/paradise.gardens.new.edition/

 



The definitive new edition of Weinstein’s PARADISE GARDENS is an Orwellian speculative fiction set in a near future world where the Federal government has dissolved amid ecological breakdown. In the 2250s, Nate Greenfield, real estate visionary, with the help of P.R. maven Madge Chilton, sells corporate business on his “eden underground.” PARADISE GARDENS becomes the home of the United Business Estates (U.B.E). Left behind are the Unconnected, people outside corporate protection. Capitalism has devolved into the corporate feudalism of the U.B.E., where employees are conceived as Superior or Average to fit the needs of business.

Suspended between the settings of 2250s on the Earth's surface in NYC and 3011s underground, chapters alternate with a revolving cast of characters. Fates are determined by the Psychologicians, who manage the civilization’s data base. Yet, when model employee Janet McCarthy finds herself caught in a web of alternate identities, only her lover Michael can attempt to cut her loose. At stake, is the reset of the planet. In this cautionary near-future, Sinclair Lewis’ classic It Can’t Happen Here, has already happened. It is a vision at once strange and familiar. The recognition it brings is a dark pleasure.

Paradise Gardens by Susan I. Weinstein

ISBN-13: 978-1-938349-50-8

eISBN: 978-1-938349-51-5

Library of Congress Control Number: 2017931728

Cover design and illustration by Cathy Saksa-Mydlowski http://www.saatchiart.com/SaksaArt

Interior illustrations by Susan I. Weinstein

Edited by Kelli Lapointe Copy Edited by Nick Newert Author Photo by Diana Rivera

Copyright © 2014, 2017 Susan I. Weinstein

All Rights Reserved. This book may not be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in whole or in part by any means, including graphic, electronic, or mechanical without the express written consent of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The author represents and warrants that s/he either owns or has the legal right to publish all material in this book.

 

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Susan I. Weinstein is a writer, playwright, and painter.  She is the author of 3 books, THE ANARCHIST'S GIRLFRIEND, PARADISE GARDENS and TALES OF THE MER FAMILY ONYX (Pelekinesis Publishing). Susan’s short fiction and poetry have appeared in literary magazines, including The Metric and The Portable Lower East Side - a literary magazine in NYU’s collection of the lower east side art and literary movement. 

Her plays include the Dec 2019 performances of ETHER: The Strange Afterlife of Harry Houdini and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle at I.R.T. theater. Her play THE WAPSHOT WHATEVER: The Secret Lives of Computer Programs was at Dixon Place Mainstage in 2018. Her play Something About That Face was produced at NY’s Harold Clurman Theater. Susan lives in NYC.


About Paradise Gardens

 

“From the infinitely imaginative mind of Susan Wein- stein, PARADISE GARDENS spins a fabulous web. Clever, funny, serious, and prescient, this novel takes us  on a breathtaking journey. Lovers of Aldous Huxley’s and Margaret Atwood’s dystopias are in for a satisfying treat.”

—Sonia Taitz, award-winning author of The Watchmaker’s Daughter and Great With Child.

 

“One of the most disturbing yet oddly funny science fiction/dystopian sagas I’ve ever read. When corporations have wrung every drop out of nature and mankind has  no other option but to build entire communities under- ground, how do you spin it to make it seem like a dream destination? You call it Paradise Gardens of course and you sell it like everything else. When we have no natural water, no natural food, and even the wind and the sunlight has been poisoned you will still have hucksters selling whatever is left for top of the line prices. A thought provoking story well conceived and brilliantly executed.”

—Patrick King, author of the Shane Cullaine detective series


 “Weinstein creates a unique future that is wildly imagina- tive with echoes of our present. Best of all, her immensely absorbing story engages the mind as well as the emotions. You will never forget Fern Johanson, Janet McCarthy, Michael Thorpe, and, the outlaw Rod Estamaya.”

—Ann Schwartz, former Hachette Copy Chief

 

“I just finished reading Paradise Gardens and it was an interesting story. I liked the story line and the characters are strong … There was a lot going on in this book, like the cover. The author did a great job of creating a world to escape to.”

—Debra Gaudette, “Deal Sharing Aunt”

 

“A dark and witty dystopian novel, reminiscent of Atwood’s Oryx and Crake trilogy, where the ultimate mani- cured gated community (underground) controls the lives of its citizens, and wards off the diseased and despairing hordes on the earth’s surface.”

—Susan R. Chalfin, author of Trinity





Preface to Paradise Gardens

It was the age of Reagan, 1980's, when I began Paradise Gardens. I had just read a book on how capitalism evolved from feudalism and was living in "Morning in America." I began to imagine capitalism devolving into a modern corporatized feudalism, as a conservative ideal of America. Originally entitled Inside the U.R.S. (The United Religious System), the novel was written as a cautionary tale, since this was a time of ascendancy for far-right religious groups. Some were believers in "the rapture," the apocalypse and rise to heaven of the faithful--after the 4 horsemen did their work. It seemed they were doing all they could to accelerate the "end times." 

Whether their ideals were messianic or fiscal, they manifested in actions, such as closing mental hospitals and having patients on the streets with no treatment. A vague plan for patients being integrated into "the community" never occurred. Benefiting corporations, stockholders and generally wealthy individuals was the higher objective. They had risen, because they were Superior beings. It was a point of government to serve the elite doing the deity's work. Ayn Rand was again in vogue, along with a messianic Darwinism.

This attitude trickled down, not any benefit to average people from the huge tax breaks and unfettered business. I remember a casual conversation at a bar with a Wall Street investment banker. He told me, quite earnestly, that I should leave my rent-controlled apartment. I was preventing the real estate from achieving its market destiny. I was impeding the greater good of business. So before 1984, this reality, culminating in 1987's "Greed is Good" in Wall Street, I began to dream Paradise Gardens. 

It began with an image of a young woman in a corporate office, who loved her job, and was a model employee. I worked temp jobs in corporations and had a publishing job in the 666 Fifth Ave, building, which had a devilishly bright red carpet. I also was a publicist for Bluejay Books, which focused on Science Fiction classics in beautiful hard covers. I was a literary person, who had an interest in utopias, from Thomas More's to America's Utopian experiments, from the Shakers to communes in the 1960s. Writing press kits and talking to people like Harlan Ellison, Vernor Vinge (whose True Names anticipated the Internet), most of all Theodore Sturgeon, widened my idea of classics. 

Sturgeon, who started out wanting to be a fiction writer for The New Yorker, fairly invented in the '50's the genre of something weird in the suburbs. Spielberg once acknowledged, if he hadn't read Sturgeon in his youth, he would not have made his suburban movies (his ET is a direct cousin of Sturgeon's IT story.) Sturgeon also was the model for janitor Kilgore Trout, Vonnegut's homage. Science fiction could be literary and down to earth. I read Philip K. Dick and remember how Time Out of Joint blasted the complacency of average life. I could see the direct line from Kafka's Penal Colony to Dick's Man in the High Castle.

But my roots are in social realists, Zola and the Americans, Dreiser, Dos Passos, and Sinclair Lewis. His "It Can't Happen Here" is a cautionary tale about fascism, through America's Jaycees and Lion's Clubs. Patriotism is flacked by a president, an Ad Man, selling America a bill of goods. It was written in the 30's and I thought it a period piece, though a very plausible one. Paradise Gardens has an edge of satire and Dick's wide ranging freedom of invention. This story grew, was improvised, cut back and redrafted for about ten years.

Paradise Gardens is a dark book. The Earth's surface is too polluted to support human life. In the wake of the dissolution of the Old Fed govt, corporations flee underground to the ultimate real estate project, Paradise Gardens. I have been haunted by what occurs, because it is lived by characters who became real to me. And as the story was always present, in the back of my mind, I dreamed segments, as well as imagined them awake. The characters evolved their world in my consciousness. Before it was serialized, I found I had to update things that had already occurred in my book, before reality. The World Trade Center is partially destroyed, the Information Pirates, their billboards, and missions to preserve facts, among others. Some things Ii had to update for our time. 

Now we find ourselves at what to the apocalyptic seems the beginning of the end of our democracy with a president-elect who has sold angry voters what appears another bill of dubious goods. To the more pragmatic, it's just another four years of a regressive agenda--yet it's crucial for the international climate crisis, which can't be undone. I hope like all dystopians, that reality does not continue to merge with my fiction. 

If a cautionary tale has a function, it raises consciousness of what can happen--to ward it off. This novel may be the equivalent of shamanic practices, where a tribe wards off a disaster by transferring negative energy to an object. Some use earth to cleanse it, water or fire to change its nature. Knowledge for any society is the best protection. And in our time, perhaps negative visualization has a function. This novel can purge our fear, allow a passage for changing dark  "unthinkable" visualization to a positive future. Paradise Gardens is a passage and at the end, there is unity--of people, place, and nature. 


Thursday, December 1, 2016

New Review, "Somewhere along the Bowery, The Anarchist's Girlfriend walks herself..."

The Anarchist’s Girlfriend, a novel by Susan Weinstein; Pelekinesis Publishing Group
Known only as the AG, the anarchist’s girlfriend is a fey beauty with ESP, and an unlikely Go-Go Dancer in an out-of-the-way Brooklyn bar. The Anarchist, an Irishman who wants to fix the Irish troubles through organic food, having founded Food for Vendettas, plasters his subversive silkscreened posters all over the streets of 1980’s New York City. There is a sense of déjà vu as Sandy, the meanie of the story, sets in motion a terrorist act that will cause the country to believe in its eventual downfall, using dust as the weapon. “There will be a sigh that a catastrophe has finally occurred. Yet it’s limited in extent and duration.” The key to the anarchistic meme is effect, not result. It’s all eerily suggestive of 9/11. A deaf mute, Wayne, a con artist-like Llama, founder of the Denotational Church, and the Anarchist’s Girlfriend shape the plot in this past tense futuristic novel that taps into the absurd with sure-handed writing and a voice that does not judge but carries on quietly through downtown New York before it became real estate fodder, when artists and anarchists could still afford to roam the streets, with time to listen, to dream and to plot grandly, if naively. Susan Weinstein’s freewheeling prose, wry humor and inspired, madcap observations have created a romp of a good book
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Janyce Stefan-Cole, author of The Detective's Garden


"Somewhere along the Bowery The Anarchist's Girlfriend walks herself, her spirit taking her body. She wants to see the sunrise..." and so this saga of NY begins.

Excerpts from THE ANARCHIST'S GIRLFRIEND for 12/8 event at Dixon Place

https://notanotherbookreview.blogspot.com/2016/12/on-steps-of-federal-hall-from.html

https://notanotherbookreview.blogspot.com/2016/11/phoebes-on-bowery-excerpt-from.html




Susan I. Weinstein is a writer, playwright, and painter.  She is the author of 3 books, THE ANARCHIST'S GIRLFRIEND, PARADISE GARDENS and TALES OF THE MER FAMILY ONYX (Pelekinesis Publishing). Susan’s short fiction and poetry have appeared in literary magazines, including The Metric and The Portable Lower East Side - a literary magazine in NYU’s collection of the lower east side art and literary movement. 

Her plays include the Dec 2019 performances of ETHER: The Strange Afterlife of Harry Houdini and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle at I.R.T. theater. Her play THE WAPSHOT WHATEVER: The Secret Lives of Computer Programs was at Dixon Place Mainstage in 2018. Her play Something About That Face was produced at NY’s Harold Clurman Theater. Susan lives in NYC.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Introduction to THE ANARCHIST'S GIRLFRIEND 12/11 Launch by Pelekinesis


"Somewhere along the Bowery The Anarchist's Girlfriend walks herself, her spirit taking her body. She wants to see the sunrise..." and so this saga of NY begins.


Introduction to THE ANARCHIST'S GIRLFRIEND, Excerpted in debut issue of The Portable Lower East Side

Somewhere along the Bowery, in a basement, a red-haired Irishman wears his eternal black suit. Somewhere in Chelsea, a Russian defector has a twin brother. Somewhere in midtown Manhattan, a switchboard operator is going on her night shift. She carries a little video cam. She doesn't know what it is filming. She assumes it will collage to a logical sequence of related images that will have meaning by juxtaposition. She doesn't know if this is so, but it doesn't matter; not to this girl who lived for American rock ’n’ roll blaring incongruously over a Greek coastal town. She doesn't matter, to anyone in that isolated fishing village she left at 17.

THE ANARCHIST
The Irishman works without a green card in a health foods restaurant. He likes beansprouts, nuts, and most goat cheeses. He also silkscreens posters in his basement at night. His long, white fingers are smudged with raw, red ink. The poster glows, DO YOU WANT TO KILL YOUR BOSS? It’s very prettily designed, it's graphically appealing. It ends with a handshake.

The Anarchist examines the new poster, frowning at the quality. His silkscreen is fraying. He thinks of a specialist who prints with an expensive offset lithograph machine, realizing there's a certain quality of poster you need in New York to be noticed. The specialist, who amuses the Anarchist, is fascinated by the “Spy vs. Spy” comic of the raincoated anarchist. His favorite episode is when the spy attempts to throw a bomb sticky with adhesive, ending up a very charred cartoon man. Once he embarrassed himself, by expecting the Anarchist to agree to the cartoon's subversive nature. "I mean, it's anarchistic, even if the magazine still makes money on it.”
The redhead laughed, "Anachronistic, you mean.”

THE ANARCHIST’S GIRLFRIEND
The Anarchist's Girlfriend is from Brooklyn. She's apolitical. She works as a Go-Go Dancer for sixty dollars a night. She sews unusual ideas of what people could wear, might wear, perhaps will wear, in the next century at least. She can combine textures, styles, and periods to come up with any particular feeling in a short while. This is how she “positions” her creations. The Anarchist disapproves, since he is very careful how and where he positions his posters.

"One must have the largest audience possible!” he often admonishes her, "Who will buy these?"
She always answers with conviction, ''Museums of the Future. Underneath a holographic fashion cube a small latex placard will say, ANONYMOUS DESIGNER, 1980, DATE APPROXIMATE WITH TEUTONIUM 90.”

The Anarchist's Girlfriend has short blonde hair cut like Kim Novak and a ski slope nose under the largest, softest, otherworldly eyes. Though her heart is strong, she has very thin shoulders, and delicate highly-tuned nerves. Luckily, she is blessed with second sight. When the men hoot at her Go-Go Act, she excuses their ignorance. In her mind's eye, she is wearing a demure black dress.
In accordance with her futuristic visions, she dropped her name several years ago. She told her friends, “Oh, I don't have to carry it on; several others are listed the same way.” To tell the truth, she believed there would be no such designation in the future. Presently, she preferred the privacy of being known by how people referred to her. Since they often identified her by boyfriends, she became the AG, the Anarchist’s Girlfriend. She doesn't mind the abbreviation as she treasures her friends who entrust her with all their tragedies.

SANDY
Sandy, the AG’s roommate, works on an answering service under an assumed name. She changes services every week to another area of the city. Fortunately, she is, as yet, only a personal nihilist, since her photographic mind retains much information.
Sandy records the auditory impulses of the city and the wires are long. Every tie-in has a magnate's love affair, a jilted mistress' confession that ticks off a multinational cover-up to be noted and diagnosed. Yes, Sandy knows her city and its moods. During full moons the wires go wild with people seeking absurdly definite answers from their shrinks, clients, bosses, lawyers, mothers, brothers, and lovers. Sandy prefers the graveyard shift, when the board lazily lights up in a few spots, like the windows of a high-rise during a holiday.
Sandy takes and collages photographs that hang in galleries. They show anonymous limbs, faceless or masked people in strangely objectified compositions. She pastes when her switchboard is quiet. This evening, her subjects are magazine cut-outs of glinty chrome car bodies and “Town and Country'' tweeded flesh. As she applies the glue, she wonders how best to use her video-cam's potential for arranging events. Sandy also wonders if the Anarchist can be manipulated. She knows that she controls the board. She has the right pigeonholes to stick the messages in. She cuts a hole in her collage of men and machines, tempted to go beyond art. It's a perfect square. It makes a great sunroof.

THE LLAMA
The Llama is a bald man with a broad back. His nose is flat; his cheeks are high-planed. His squint is evaluative. There is nothing of weakness in this man. There is something of self-delusion. He thinks his aim is peace through knowledge. It's really power through obligation.
The Llama’s "Denotational Church" is based on his empirical concept of the universe. The Llama experienced an epiphany on the Santa Barbara Freeway during a traffic jam. This former life insurance salesman had more in common with Saul of Tarsus than just being a merchant. Not in the desert, but on the highway, his eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth foamed and he KNEW. Yes, there, in his car, on that freeway, he thinks he received the meaning of life. THE ROAD, he could get off one ramp and onto another, pass the speed limit or respect it. His reflection in the rear view mirror became his only icon.

Saul of Tarsus was an epileptic. The Llama is not. He postulated that all his mental logic was absurd in the overwhelming reality of the traffic jam. He gave no credit to the heat, which had so effectively triggered his vision. Still, he did recall the odd light around the circumference of his eyes before he passed out. Miraculously, when he came to, he found himself on the exit ramp. Immediately, he went to Tibet for spiritual credentials from Buddhist monks and emerged several years later with certain compatible age-old credos that were nothing new to the Anarchist’s Girlfriend.

The Llama's Denotational Church offers a faith of demystification. Events have specific meanings. The truth is always in a homily. The Llama proselytizes in awkward homilies that are not important for inherent wisdom, but for implications in context. They provide a through-line to life's incomprehensible mysteries. The future can be faced as objectively as death. Fragmentation is heresy.
Denotational journalists work in a loft in Chelsea rented for the Llama by a pair of Russian twins. The paper is called "The Printed World." The Llama uses it for political influence and as a source of new membership for his church. It preaches his pragmatism. It couches his homilies in the repetitive manner so necessary to reorder the mind's perceptions.

WAYNE
Wayne can stop on a dime. He's got a snub nose and good eyes. He can smell spilled milk from three days ago. He can sight a black cat at night. Still, he uses notes to talk.
Wayne is a deaf-mute, who parks cars in a pigeon-hole lot. He's also a floater on "The Printed World." Both places are owned by the Denotational Church. Wayne is a devotee because the church eased his spiritual infirmity.

As a child, recovered from rheumatic fever, Wayne taught signing to his classmates as an elite code. He used his natural gift for mimicry as well. A popular boy, he was sought after as a man. He read gestures as speech. People found his attentions flattering; his understanding profound. Women, anxiously awaiting his notes, were careful how they shaped their syllables.
Wayne became a gifted lover, a master of tactile sensations, who would select a scent, a cheek, or the turn of a heel for an individualistic approach to sex. Making love filled him with the soundless echo of a theme. But, he demanded ultimate content in an impossible compression of time. His mind and senses split. He went to too many parties. He read too much philosophy. Temporary illusion became his only goal.

At the age of twenty, Wayne was a nail-bitten sensualist--an indecisive intellectual obsessed with impossibility. An academic career seemed inane, the job market worse, since his tolerance of boredom was very low. The Llama taught him a management system. Now, Wayne's smile rarely reflects that constant anxiety. In addition, the Llama has promised him an editorial column, when he's firm in his faith. Wayne is grateful for the Llama's techniques, but skeptical about his own potential for enlightenment. Sex, as transcendence, remains his first religion.

It was this reformed Wayne Niebold, who took a drink of light coffee. He only drank it at night. It seemed to jangle his nerves. Wayne liked the effect, especially for a task as boring as proofreading his feature, "Helpful Hints for Citizens.” Wayne compared the galleys with the corrected copy. The press proofs showed a neat line drawing of a woman in a very geometric kitchen. The pots on the stove had diagonal lines around them.

Copy read:
MOTHERS! FOR SAFETY’S SAKE, KEEP HANDLES INWARD
AWAY FROM CHILDREN’S ACCIDENTS! ! !
Wayne decided the slant was right. The Llama would like it.

Somewhere along the Bowery, the Anarchist's Girlfriend walks herself, her spirit taking her body. She wants to see the sun rise--the familiar landmarks that make her day. The lunatic, placarded Socialist is on his corner at Fourth Street. Hung around his neck are various mottos: THIS IS YOUR WORLD, NOT THEIRS. THE KABBALA IS NOT A POP SONG.
The Socialist is old and doesn't see well. He thinks she's a debater on a soapbox with wheels, giving a Pearl Harbor harangue in Hyde Park. He shouts to get in the last word, "And I reiterate my friends, we are not sufficiently accomplished for apocalypse, we are not worthy!"
The Anarchist's Girlfriend smiles compassionately at such madness. She thinks perhaps he lives in the apocalypse presently. Paranoia? She smiles to herself at the term. It sounds too much like annoyance. Gingerly, she steps over the dubious puddles in her shiny yellow boots.


Susan I. Weinstein is a writer, playwright, and painter.  She is the author of 3 books, THE ANARCHIST'S GIRLFRIEND, PARADISE GARDENS and TALES OF THE MER FAMILY ONYX (Pelekinesis Publishing). Susan’s short fiction and poetry have appeared in literary magazines, including The Metric and The Portable Lower East Side - a literary magazine in NYU’s collection of the lower east side art and literary movement. 

Her plays include the Dec 2019 performances of ETHER: The Strange Afterlife of Harry Houdini and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle at I.R.T. theater. Her play THE WAPSHOT WHATEVER: The Secret Lives of Computer Programs was at Dixon Place Mainstage in 2018. Her play Something About That Face was produced at NY’s Harold Clurman Theater. Susan lives in NYC.



Quotes about The Anarchist's Girlfriend

About The Anarchist's Girlfriend

“Uh-oh, Woody, Manhattan may be in peril. Pre-Internet, pre-Kardashian, pre ARod
New York is the setting for Susan I. Weinstein’s sneaky funny, ever-seductive,
refreshingly unconventional novel, The Anarchist’s Girlfriend. It’s quite a headspinning
read. And no wonder, for Weinstein is a boldly creative, highly visual
writer whose narrative moves with distinctive rhythms; she has a laser eye for
hypocrisy and detail, and hits you fast with lots of stuff. Best of all, her imagined
parallel universe here is occupied by a Rolodex of indelibly unique characters—
starting with AG herself—unlikely to be found elsewhere. Well, at least not on this
planet; UFOs come to mind. A truly original work.”
HOWARD ROSENBERG, FORMER LA TIMES TV CRITIC


 The Anarchist's Girlfriend NEW EDITION

 
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3872950
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Oct 28, 2016

it was amazing
Read from October 22 to 28, 2016

This is a wildly entertaining novel-- seriously wacky, inventive and original. The plot manages to incorporate three different weird (Pynchonese) conspiracies/groups-- each well-drawn, persuasive and fresh- and naturally, they collide. The author draws their self-enclosed realities with pitch-perfect comedy; -and I loved the absence of traditional, hackneyed corporate villains, cops, etc. Also, the details of downtown arty Manhattan are sharp and funny. All in all, a joyride.

















The Anarchist’s Girlfriend, a novel by Susan Weinstein; Pelekinesis Publishing Group
Known only as the AG, the anarchist’s girlfriend is a fey beauty with ESP, and an unlikely Go-Go Dancer in an out-of-the-way Brooklyn bar. The Anarchist, an Irishman who wants to fix the Irish troubles through organic food, having founded Food for Vendettas, plasters his subversive silkscreened posters all over the streets of 1980’s New York City. There is a sense of déjà vu as Sandy, the meanie of the story, sets in motion a terrorist act that will cause the country to believe in its eventual downfall, using dust as the weapon. “There will be a sigh that a catastrophe has finally occurred. Yet it’s limited in extent and duration.” The key to the anarchistic meme is effect, not result. It’s all eerily suggestive of 9/11. A deaf mute, Wayne, a con artist-like Llama, founder of the Denotational Church, and the Anarchist’s Girlfriend shape the plot in this past tense futuristic novel that taps into the absurd with sure-handed writing and a voice that does not judge but carries on quietly through downtown New York before it became real estate fodder, when artists and anarchists could still afford to roam the streets, with time to listen, to dream and to plot grandly, if naively. Susan Weinstein’s freewheeling prose, wry humor and inspired, madcap observations have created a romp of a good book.


Janyce Stefan-Cole, author of The Detective's Garden

“Having lived in the East Village in the ’80s, I can say from experience that The
Anarchist’s Girlfriend captures the spirit of the time, real and surreal. Like Balzac
and Zola, it’s the novel as social history, and like Don DeLillo, it captures that
weird parallel universe version of a place that’s frighteningly close to home. Fans
of DeLillo in particular should be attracted to this work.”

PETER CHERCHES, AUTHOR OF LIFT YOUR RIGHT ARM

“What a puzzle box of a novel. The writing is very fine-textured and funny, but
mostly beautiful. New York under siege. I guess in a way New York is under siege
every day. I loved the character of the AG and didn’t expect to. After all, there’s
that annoying trend in novels where the title is always someone’s wife or
daughter. The Pilot’s Wife, the Bonesetter’s Daughter, the Pony’s Aunt. But the AG
is like Fitzdare in The Beastly Beatitudes of Balthazar B, a beautiful book by JP
Donleavy. New York is the only city where such a story could take place.”

SALLY ECKHOFF, AUTHOR OF F*CK ART (LET’S DANCE)

“A careening and suspenseful trip through not only pre-9/11, pre-cell phone
Manhattan but into the souls of unforgettable characters...and further, into the
world of ideas. Daring to delve into philosophy, metaphysics, politics, psychology,
and even art, the author makes you think, feel, and ponder. Yet she’s never, ever
didactic, it’s all part of the compelling story: a plot to create a horrendous event,
and the love inspired by the title character—the luminous, lovely, and clairvoyant
anarchist’s girlfriend. In a way, this is also a coming of age story as even mature
characters such as the Irishman anarchist; the Llama, a heavy in a church that
will remind you of Scientology; and a deaf-mute writer make new choices for their
lives. Don’t be put off by the long cast of characters in the very beginning, or you’ll
miss the sights and smells of gritty old New York, the wonderful outfits the
anarchist’s girlfriend designs, and her apartment mate Sandy’s bizarre collage.
The writing is modern and hip; the surprises keep coming. The Anarchist’s
Girlfriend is a unique treat.”

ANN SCHWARTZ, FORMER COPY CHIEF AT GRAND CENTRAL PUBLISHING


Susan I. Weinstein is a writer, playwright, and painter.  She is the author of 3 books, THE ANARCHIST'S GIRLFRIEND, PARADISE GARDENS and TALES OF THE MER FAMILY ONYX (Pelekinesis Publishing). Susan’s short fiction and poetry have appeared in literary magazines, including The Metric and The Portable Lower East Side - a literary magazine in NYU’s collection of the lower east side art and literary movement. 

Her plays include the Dec 2019 performances of ETHER: The Strange Afterlife of Harry Houdini and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle at I.R.T. theater. Her play THE WAPSHOT WHATEVER: The Secret Lives of Computer Programs was at Dixon Place Mainstage in 2018. Her play Something About That Face was produced at NY’s Harold Clurman Theater. Susan lives in NYC.