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. A cross genre noir crime novel is to follow 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 and autonomy come at a price. I' m beginning to think a big price: I fear significant loss may be necessary. The challenge is to find a protected place to actually do the writing, and that's hard enough. As some writer has said, 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 the writer is decent at their craft and a little lucky, their work will provide entertainment for others.
With regard to writers, aside from my father's admonition not to become one, I relish a story about Jean Genet: 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 managed to write it again. Imagine that. 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. This litany represents job experience not necessarily accumulated wisdom. My life had been lived wearing various masks and projecting various fronts.. I wear a mask now but its moldy and insects have eaten holes in it. You can see a portion of my face. I'm sick of my own bullshit and even now can't really rationalize that writing itself provides significant meaning. But it is something I can do ten hours a day and not get bored. So I wave the tattered white flag. I surrender.
Hekate Publishing has certainly become a labor of love: Gold Classics are the means to share enjoyment of underappreciated books, particularly those relating to "The Uncanny," and make them available as cheaply as possible. We are always on the look out for authentic writers and translators. We are currently passing through the bloody birth canal and should be out shortly with a distressed wale.
The collages I'll mention because they had resided here previously and they are meaningful to me. They host their own site: afknottcollage.com; and are not art but craft. The intent is to have the pieces accessible with prices negotiable or, no prices at all - I'm always willing to barter for something - another collage, a short story, a sock, a book review. I try to sell them but they are free. I want to get rid of them. I am going to sell them on the street as well.
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.
Stories of Mayhem
The Rodney Pepper Blog
Punching my way out the trunk
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