I, No Other
Rimbaud said, “I is an other.” Not long after that, he was selling GUNS. Contra Rimbaud, I, No Other admits only I. In the hallowed “tradition” of the avant-garde, these stories unseat tradition. You may call them absurd, surreal, irreal, experimental, transgressive, dark, playful, or even just funny… but DON’T call them Other! Ten offbeat Narrations & Exaltations for your delectation: —a flâneur of consciousness exploring his native city, —a not-guilty conscience endlessly revising the crime it can’t remember, —the Holy Assumption of a rogue sexbot, —a man and his golem usurping Death, —a timid college girl coming out of her shell to expropriate the Godhead, —and more! I, No Other is a cerebral defibrillator you forgot had been implanted until it routinely—and unexpectedly—shocks you back to life. They may hurt at times, dear reader, the jolts of these agitations, but it is a vital hurt. With a cast of narrators on the brink of discovery in all its forms, I, No Other collects Yarrow Paisley’s most exquisite absurdist interludes.
A character who explores his native city, representing a stream of consciousness narrative.
A character endlessly revising a crime it cannot remember, exploring themes of guilt and memory.
A character whose story involves a 'Holy Assumption', suggesting a narrative exploring artificial intelligence and transcendence.
A character who comes out of her shell to expropriate the Godhead, suggesting a journey of self-discovery and challenging authority.
A companion to a man, involved in a narrative where they attempt to usurp Death.