his book is fun fun fun. in a disturbing sort of way.
given how much this book feels like Samuel Beckett's sometimes strange and elliptical works, it is no surprise that Notice could be summarized best by the last words in Beckett's The Unnamable: "...you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on." not that one needs to read Beckett to understand Notice - it just feels that Geoffrey Brown was on a Beckett binge while writing it.
the sentences read like thoughts, quick and circular:
I want to use the same word over and over. I
want to use it over and over and over again.
So that the whole thing is just one word.
language here is simple and straight to the point as the narrator wanders around.
the plot is mysterious and compelling. something has happened. as you continue reading you have this peculiar feeling that all is not well. the further you go, the more you realize how wrong things really are. given the pace and intensity of this book, you really get into the narrator's head - and that leaves you feeling slightly disturbed, unnerved, and filthy enough to take a shower.
as the book proceeds, the urgency increases. panic, fear, paranoia:
Listen to me. I am telling you. Listen. I will not say anything. I promise, I won't. No matter what happens, I will not say anything. But nothing will happen. Trust me. Nothing will happen. No one will know. No one will know until it's too late. Then we'll be gone. We will be gone, won't we?
on the cover is a picture that looks like carpet. or maybe a couch. no matter what it is, after reading Notice the picture feels ominous. this whole damn book is ominous, really.
i could use lots of clichéd phrases to describe this book (take notice of Notice), but i'd rather just tell you to go and read it. it's one of those books that will make you feel creeped out, leaving you looking over your shoulder. it'll also make you happy knowing that there's authors writing the way Geoffrey Brown does.
published by gutter press