New Releases

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  1. “Longview,” the latest installment of Alex’s Bedtime Stories by Alex Karamanis, is a disturbing and honest examination of a hopeless romance with an alcoholic. Karamanis pulls no punches when laying bare the joy and pain associated with loving someone whose damages keep her from escaping her own abusive past. Warning- there are sexually explicit scenes.

    Here’s an excerpt:

    Chuck’s house is a broken down, ramshackle pile of rotting boards at the bottom of a dark ravine. We slog through mud to the kitchen door and go in. The kitchen is a narrow, long room, and piles of dirty dishes cover the wooden counters and fill the sink. We walk through the kitchen into the living room, where there’s an old davenport covered with blankets, and next to it a coffee table stacked with a breathing-assist machine and bottles of pills. This is where Chris spent her last year. Amateurish oil paintings decorate the walls; Ramona and Joanie sit down on either side of Chuck, a man in his late fifties. He has sandy, brown hair flecked with gray, wears a woolen shirt and work pants. Worn boots testify to his occupation, and his hunched, exhausted posture shows his grief.
    I feel like a voyeur, so I slowly back out of the living room into the kitchen. The only light comes from a small bulb above the sink, and on the wall over the sink, glowing softly in the deep gloom, there are two iconic pictures of Christ- one of him showing the wounds in his hands and the other depicting his ascension. These pictures draw me in, and I lean against the counter. In the living room Ramona softly says, “She loved you, Chuck.”
    Jesus’s placid and loving face looks out at me from a world where people don’t rot away, where young women don’t lose their children, where fathers have the strength to hold their families together, where death and ineptitude do not destroy happiness. In that dark and dismal room, for the first and only time in my life, I feel Christ’s presence. In that house of mourning, I feel the warm and powerful embrace of someone or something that grasps what it means to be human. There, in the dark, I finally understand “Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”

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