Entrekin doesn’t tell us what the apartment looks like or what the view from the window is, but he doesn’t have
Intriguing Entrekin 3
Welcome back to the review! Where did I stop?
Oh, right. These lines:
My crummy little Jersey City apartment. Baldwin Avenue. Near Journal Square. Mohammed Atta, one of the 9/11 hijackers, lived less than a mile from me.
I read these over and over to myself. to. And yet, when you read these sentences you know exactly how that apartment looked. I, myself, wondered if maybe the narrator ever passed the hijacker on the street. But that’s not important here. In so few words, he has given us endless visions of curiosities. It is what makes this short story work so damn well.
He goes on to say everyone knew him as a writer.
The sometimes poet, the editor of the literary magazine: everything short of the tweed jacket with the elbow patches, basically.
Again, a simple detail like that jacket gives the reader a specific vision of who this character is. As a writer, I also related to his anger over the rejection letters, thinking you did your homework, sitting there and waiting, only to end up with rejection. This was probably my favorite piece of the collection.
Mr. Entrekin also dabbles into historical fiction with two longer pieces about Edgar Allan Poe. They are Addicted to Praise and Raven Noir. Overall, both are brilliant and should be developed into novel length pieces.
Raven Noir is available for free by itself on the author’s Lulu page.
What I Saw That Day is a short story about the author’s point of view on 9/11 while he was working in New York. Obviously, it’s a very personal story that all of us can relate to. While reading it, I paused to remember where I was that day. The author does not cloud his story with vivid pictures of chaos and terror. Instead, he distances himself and the reader from it on purpose because those are visions we already know too well.