Intriguing Entrekin 2
Next is an award winning poem called “This Ain’t Wonderland.” Yes, it’s about Alice and the White Rabbit. Each verse describes an all too familiar scene from Carroll’s beloved work, but then the author hits the reader with a line that compares it to real life.
I was expecting
to eat myself small
and drink myself huge
but didn’t realize
I was already just the right size.
I love the sense of discovery here and how the reader can definitely relate. Using Alice in Wonderland as the metaphor is genius because it’s a story we all know well. My only problem with it was the repetitiveness of “I was expecting…but didn’t realize.” I would have liked about every other verse to be something different just to avoid the predictable repetition of these words.
“Dear Author” is a short story that begins with another dreamy relationship. The true heart of this piece begins at the bottom of page 17. The narrator begins to compare his love life to the anticipation of waiting for a literary agent to send an acceptance letter….
The day my letter comes, I’ll be expecting to open that envelope and find it addressed to Author. But it won’t be. It will say Dear Mr. Entrekin (that’s me)…
Any writer can relate to this feeling. We all have strong relationships with our writing and our characters from time to time. Will writes…
Somewhere, somewhen, there is a letter, and it is addressed to me. I just worry that all the rest will be addressed to ‘Author’, and I’m tired of opening the mail.
We all have strong relationships
This book truly starts on page 27 with a short story called “Deluded.” I decided to write my essay about a writer dealing with query letters and rejection. Entrekin has a talent for putting the reader exactly where he wants them. He doesn’t cloud his writing with lots of needless words. He “shows” us, instead of “telling.”
Take the opening lines for example:
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.