a novella by J.A. Tyler
Price: $12.00
4.25"x 6.875" Paperback book
129 pages ©2009
ISBN: 978-0-578-04516-0
Cover photo by Andrew Ilachinski
Mar. 4, 2010: Review of Inconceivable Wilson at Big Other by John Madera
Mar. 4, 2010: Short mention of IW at The Nervous Breakdown
Feb. 15, 2010: Review of Inconceivable Wilson at PANK by Kristy Logan
Feb. 2010: Interview with J.A. Tyler by M.T. Fallon at elimae re: Inconceivable Wilson
Jan. 22, 2010: Review of Inconceivable Wilson at Gold Wake Press by Eric Beeny
Dec. 16, 2009: Interview with J.A. Tyler by Anne Valente in Storyglossia re: Inconceivable Wilson
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About Inconceivable Wilson
A woman in a red dress, ankles strapped in shoes, leaving a man at the airport, at a terminal, holding a photograph of him, this man, and on the back only written: Wilson.
Forgive him, he has become so much less now.
Wilson goes: planes, boats, walking until the sun quits rising, until the sun stops existing, and there he begins, there he becomes. A place where the trees change shape and purpose, the environment lost to nothingness, where people speak in clatters and clicks, incomprehensible, a place where he is lost in blindness, deafening sickness, waves of unencumbered night. And Wilson unties within their circle, these people of pitch and tar, this village, these men and their women, their children. He should be reading them, writing words, penning a culture, creating a world from the tips of sentences, but he is instead consumed by them, bent to charcoal words on canvas made of darkness, hearing always and only the rattling of bones and laughter. Curtains open and he becomes less.
Forgive him, he should not have gone.
Men, women, children play in his brain, finger the creases of his thinking, until he comes undone.
Go, he has gone. Go Wilson. He goes.
Go Wilson. Go.
