Welcome To A.F. Knott STORIES


Presented here are ongoing writing and illustration projects. Ramonst, my second novel, a southern-gothic child's tale of brutality, was published in 2016 following a second edition of The Trainee. Both The Trainee and Ramonst were produced through Hekate with more skulduggery to emerge shortly.

As unseen coercion and hidden agenda is afoot, it may pay to hold one's cards close to the chest, live simply and try to understand motivation in oneself and others as best one can.  Attention spans remain short and our reward systems create barriers to authenticity. Awareness comes at a price. I equate survival with finding a voice; that is, claiming autonomy. Dunno. You have to find a protected place and understand, as some writer said, that at a certain point, even your friends won't be of much help. Everybody has to decide for themselves how much they are willing to give up, and whether it's worth it or not. If a  writer is lucky, their work will provide entertainment for others. Overall, I actually haven't a clue and can't stomach pretending to any longer.

With regard to writers, aside from my father's admonition not to become one, I enjoy the story of Jean Genet's start. While imprisoned at Fresnes in 1942, he wrote Our Lady of the Flowers on brown paper issued to the inmates for the purpose of making bags. A guard confiscated his original manuscript and burned it. Who knows what the politics within Fresnes were at the time, but Genet wrote it again. He showed it to Paul Valery, the poet, who was impressed but thought it should be destroyed due to inflammatory content. Genet smoked quite a bit.

In the early 1980s, I left college to work in Louisiana's offshore oil industry then, subsequently, as a parking lot attendant, lunch deliverer, thoroughbred handicapper, paper broker, cyclotron engineer, PET operator, and physician. The trauma of dissolving status in order to be free continues. I have family that I love and they don't realize it but a good deal of the creative efforts are my attempts at communicating with them in however a roundabout way.

The collages, neither here nor there, are featured on their own site: afknottcollage.com, not art but craft with vague links to personal mythology  and part of the same process as the writing: A means to remain sane and make me feel like I am accomplishing something, however feeble. The intent is to have these pieces accessible with prices negotiable and no prices at all - always willing to trade for something - a toaster, another collage, a short story, a sock.  I'd sooner sell the things on the street and will do so when I am physically closer to a city. 

 

Novels

Hidden in the Mountains of East Tennessee, eleven-year-old Rodney goes about the business of being a boy during the summer of 1970. In the playground of his grandmother’s overgrown garden, he bears silent witness to the relentless cruelty of a teenage psychopath.

 

It's 1982. Rodney Pepper, a socially inept college drop-out, heads to New Orleans seeking to engulf himself in despair and abject misery in the belief this will lead him to Wisdom. . . As he looks for work and moves between dilapidated downtown rooming houses, he is preyed upon by agents of the city’s underworld and bears witness to ancient buccaneering atrocity. 

 

Doctor Stories

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Stories of Mayhem

Collage Fiction

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The Rodney Pepper Blog

Punching my way out the trunk

HEKATE GOLD CLASSICS

Bringing to the public annotated editions of the most brilliant books of the past.