Posts Tagged ‘novel extract’

Podcast/audio clips: Brussegem, a snug hell: Part Three, Chapter 7

Sunday, December 12th, 2010

….continuing where we left off last week, another free audio clip from my novel, Brussegem, a snug hell — below you’ll find Chapter 7, and it is the last in this series (I’ll have more audio of my next book, “The Boy in the Sandwich”, in early January 2011).


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Audio Clip: Brussegem, a snug hell, Part 3 – Chapter 7


You can listen to the chapters leading up to this, you can click RIGHT HERE. Click on the Hear section.


Later, & thanks for dropping by — V+

Chapters 6 & 7 from “Brussegem, a snug hell”

Friday, December 10th, 2010




As I come to the end of releasing the first seven chapters of this book, I think, There it is. I wrote this, liking all those stories of expat writers in the 1920s and 30s of the last century in Paris being geniuses together. Thought I’d do the same thing, except not. Just one guy, who may or may not be a genius, alone, determined, full of temperament, getting on with the art making. Throw in a commercial writer friend, a woman (a cat, a baby), see what happens. This book happened.


This week’s extract from Brussegem, a snug hell, following on from last week’s. You will find chapters 6 and 7 in a .pdf file format below, but here’s how Chapter 6 begins:

6.
It was a few days later, while Brussegem was putting the final, exact touches on his latest canvas, when he heard a car come crunching up the gravel of his driveway, the slamming of its door, then the hard knocking at his main entrance—all this smack in the middle of his working afternoon, when all sensible people, and his few acquaintances, knew he was to be left strictly in peace with no interruptions, no matter what the death and destruction. He went to answer the door.
“Who the h—”
Veronica Weise gave him a kiss to close his mouth, patted his cheek, smiled, came in, and took off her coat, tossing it on the sofa. She strode about the room, looking at his painting, looking out the rear window, avoiding his eyes.
“Hello! I’m here! Returned to the scene of the crime. Guess what happened? My husband kicked me out! Just like that!” She fiddled with her bracelet. “Who would’ve ever thought that you would be the last straw! That’s what he called you. You, he said, are one lover too many—out. As if I’ve had dozens.”
She put down the candle holder she was toying with and turned to him, throwing up her arms.
“I don’t know why I’m here, but here I am!” she said brightly, and went into his arms. But his arms remained inert by his sides. He stared at her.

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Brussegem, a snug hell – Part Three – 6 & 7


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Last audio clip on this goes up next Sunday/Monday. Thanks for looking. –Vincent

Podcast/audio clips: Brussegem, Part Two, Chapter 5 & Part Three, Chapter 6

Sunday, December 5th, 2010

….continuing where we left off last week, more free audio clips of my novel, Brussegem, a snug hell — below you’ll find Chapter 5 and 6, both moderate in length. Next week will be the last in this series.


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Audio Book: Brussegem, a snug hell, PART 2, Chapter 5


Audio Book: Brussegem, a snug hell: PART THREE, Chapter 6


Later, V+

Fiction chapters 4 & 5 –Brussegem, a snug hell

Friday, December 3rd, 2010




This week’s novel extract, following on from last week’s. You will find chapters 4 and 5 in a pdf file below, but here’s how this section begins (foretaste…)


4.
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A further word about Brussegem. As time performed its main function–that is, as it passed—becoming, day-by-day, a week, two weeks, more—this solitary painter, stuck in the sticks, developed a carnal need for a simple, unburdening sexual affair. It had little to do with love. At sixty‑two, Brussegem had a love‑empty lifetime to look back upon, and be philosophical about. In his life, there was little need, desire, or want for the tedious daily demands of kisses, devotion, and intolerable everyday companionship that love implied. Had he been impotent, he might have had a fine, uneventful, untroubling artistic life for the rest of his whatever. Unfortunately, in this respect he was still robust. Other reliefs were unacceptable, such as dreamy, sneaky nocturnal pollutions—they were only semi‑pleasurable, undependable in occurrence, and rather annoying in their sudden sticky surprise to be sufficiently gratifying. The other private solution, masturbation, was out; he had never bothered to acquire this skill during adolescence and saw no reason why he should begin to perfect the belittling act now. Finally, being far too proud to take an occasional bus into Brussels to spend his lust on a blasé prostitute, he instead resolved to make a few contacts out in the world in order to find a place his penis could call home.
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Yates’ party was thus convenient.
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Yates’ party turned out to be fifty or more people, mainly American‑British cliques with bits and pieces of broken Belgian accents dispersed within the humming murmurs; they stood around with glasses in their hands, being subdued and semi‑attentive to light conversation. Brussegem observed them with their glinting sociable smiles as they talked shop and sipped liquor.
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Cigarette smoke was thick in the air; someone spilt a drink on the carpet and laughed; the initially subdued, polite talk gained in volume, becoming more of a constant, unpleasant din of strident voices scrambled together, as dense as the smoke. Pre-recorded music came constantly from somewhere.
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Brussegem was increasingly displeased; the gathering was swiftly reminding him why he usually avoided such things. Every six months or so he would attend one of these social affairs, as the reality of them dimmed in his mind, simply to recall how horrible the experience was. Such gatherings replenished his aversion. It was much like witnessing another imperfect sunset, the world just did not work the way he wished. The earth, parties and all, should have been a quiet, un-agitated, reposeful place, a place built for musing and art, much like his atelier. Yet, here he found himself, much like any other silly smiling fool, attending a semi‑happy gathering, when he could be painting, or sitting cozily, thinking, in his slippers at home.
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He nearly departed straightway, yet he remained, his overpowering sexual appetite required it. He took a silent moment to curse the needs of his sexual equipment.



Click below read on, read all of chapter 4 and 5:


Brussegem,a snug hell – Part Two – chapter 4 & 5


Audio clip of next chapter Sunday/Monday coming up… Thanks, Vincent

Audio clips: Brussegem, a snug hell — PART TWO, Chapters 3 & 4

Sunday, November 28th, 2010

Continuing offering free audio clips for my novel, Brussegem, a snug hell — following on from last week’s clip, below you’ll find Chapter 3 (short) and Chapter 4 (longer).


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BRUSSEGEL, a snug hell, PART ONE, CHAPTER 3


BRUSSEGEM, a snug hell – PART TWO Chapter 4


If you missed my short-short video on this novel, CLICK HERE!


Thanks for reading, listening, taking the time. — Vincent

Brussegem: PART ONE, Chapters 2 & 3

Friday, November 26th, 2010




Hello. Short post.


Following from last Friday’s posting of the first chapter of my new novel, “Brussegem, a snug hell, Chapter 1“, I’m posting, just as promised, the next two chapters (2 & 3), in pdf file format: BRUSSEGEM, A SNUG HELL — PART ONE Chapters 2 & 3 — CLICK HERE TO READ OR DOWNLOAD.


Go here for more on the book.


That’s it. Thanks for dropping by, and hope you enjoy the read. — Vincent

Novel Launch — Brussegem: Part One, 1

Friday, November 19th, 2010




Okay, here I finally go. Getting into the meat of this particular matter.


Ring some bells, shout some slogans, clap your hands. This is my official launch blog of my new novel, Brussegem, a snug hell.
Good, got that out of the way.


This book is the first in a series of novels I’ll be putting out that explore the contemporary concept of being and living as an artist. I’ve already completed or near-completed six novels about this subject. It’s something I’ve been exploring from all sorts of angles over the years. The other books feature a screenwriter, a stand-up, an actor’s widow, a wanna-be genius, an elderly photographer…. But we’re not here to talk of the future. We are here for this painter Brussegem – Now!


Now, what this book is all about, how it came about? Oh who cares… I’m not going to interview myself and give some semi-academic explanation. I liked the idea of a grumpy dedicated artist of a certain talent being invaded by woman who is innocent in these matters yet passionate in others. And watch what happened, with some humor, drama and discussion of the matter.


And size-wise, the novel’s more what the Anglo-Saxons like to call a novella than a novel. It’s around 110 pages in length, and in France, that’s rather normal. I like a good novella. So it’s a relatively short read, so the pace moves at a clip….


I’m going to get around to giving you a link to the first chapter and a link to buy the sucker, which brings me to pricing. After wondering whether I should price some books more when there’s more pages, and less when there’s less pages and so I figured on this and wondered and eventually told myself, No, I’ll sell everything at 10 dollars (the equivalent in euros and pounds) for all books, no matter the size. I need to keep my life simple. That’s my whole sophisticated economic basis for this….


So, economics. CLICK on this link to go get yourself a copy right this very minute. You’ll find links to the USA, UK and Europe Amazon bookstores, as well as the eBook you can buy from the Kindle bookstore — from Europe, you have to buy via the USA. If you have the right app, you can buy from Kindle the ebook that’ll suit your reading device. I’ll be getting the eBook versions for the reading devices from Barnes and Noble, iBooks, and others … but everything in good time…or the time I can find to get this done….


You’ll notice on the link above there’s no audio book offering yet. I’m working on it. The recording/editing on this has been completed, and I’m querying various distributors, and expect this to happen sooner rather than later. And, as I’m a voice over professional and video maker, it’s pretty well done, if I do say so myself and I do. So keep your eyes peeled, or reading my blogs, whatever’s easiest.


There’s also short promo book launch video coming. Probably next week.


Okay, I’m getting exhausted with the length of this entry, but hey, I’m launching a book so I’ve some bases to cover. I’ll be posting about four excerpts, Chapters 1 to 5. So right now here’s BRUSSEGEM, a snug hell: Part ONE, Chapter 1 in a pdf file… I’ll be putting these up every Friday for the next few weeks (I have other books coming quickly). Of course, if you can’t wait, you can read the first four chapters already on THIS LINK – just click on the Read section.


Here’s the opening of this novel, Brussegem, a snug hell, in case you don’t want to link to the whole chapter right now:


1.
A word about Brussegem: look hard at a detailed map of the small European country of Belgium and you may, with perseverance, find the faint dot of the village of Brussegem. It’s a prosaic village, where hardworking peasants reap and sow food and fodder year after year on their little pitted patches of land. It’s a fairly safe place to live—all is calm and decent—little crime, little litter, little anything.
In Brussegem, they still ride in wooden wagons pulled by broad-chested horses, and they lead cows through the streets with rope harnesses. The streets still have the same lumpy cobblestones of years gone by. There’s an ancient, crumbling mishmash of a church in the center of the village, where, over the warring ages, passing conquerors have stopped briefly to stick a Kilroy‑was‑here brick in the façade before moving on. The right wing of the church is Romanesque, the left wing Germanic, the steeple Scandinavian—the live bird perched upon it Brussegemish—and the whole thing a bore. Nothing any culture vulture tourist need bother about.
So … tidy, snug Brussegem—a quiet place—a benign place—a place that keeps up, day after day, its small promise of being, and forever remaining, a faint dot on the map.
Just on the outskirts of this dot lived an American painter—secluded, aloof, an odd part of this unhurried heaven. Also odd, his name was just like the village’s: Brussegem. And he possessed as bumpy a disposition as any cobblestoned street in the village: a moody man with gray hair, a full beard, and beady eyes. Children irritated him, he disliked fluffy animals, and hated sounds that kept him awake at night. Neither was he very fond of taking walks, but take them he did; for between finishing one painting and beginning another, there was not all that much to do in this little corner of the world, save walk.



Meanwhile, just a bit of useless news for you. I started this blog 13 months ago, and, bit by bit, just as I was forewarned, there’s been growth: comparing this week with a year ago, according to my Google statistics, I’m up 880% during these past 12 months. So some folks, many I don’t know, are visiting. Enjoying the fact that I’m a storyteller here, and not much else. Again, folks, you’ll mostly only get storytelling stuff on this blog, not badgering and daily opinions on this and that: just stories in words, images and performance. On my personal Facebook Page you get all sorts of other junk. And, if you did not know, there’s a Hidden People Fan/Like page, if you care to join that…CLICK HERE!


That’s it (better be). If you know of anyone else might like this stuff, my sort of stuff, please Spread It (this) Around.
And thanks for reading. –Vincent

Part Three, 3.3, audio book excerpt from “Self-Portrait of Someone Else”

Monday, June 21st, 2010

Podcast of Vincent Eaton's Self-Portrait of Someone Else


Here’s the last excerpt of this book I’ll be running here. it is the conclusion of the long chapter 3 in part three of “Self-Portrait of Someone Else”
PodCast: PART THREE – 3.3 of “Self-Portrait of Someone Else


With this excerpt, I come to the end of my series of podcasts of this book. We’re almost halfway through the book, and by now you, kind reader-listener, get the idea. I am still in the midst of reviewing several online audiobook sales channels, and will make the complete audio book available when I’ve completed editing all the clips–a time-consuming job.


I hope you have enjoyed them. To the point where you will someday go to my publishing site, HIDDEN PEOPLE and purchase the version you wish (print, ebook/Kindle, audio), when it is all available…


Next up in my series of podcasts will be a handful of my “Noises in the House” short-shorts. After that, I’ll be launching my next novel, “Brussegem, a snug hell” and will release excerpts of the whole book over the summer. That’s the plan.


Thanks for reading this. Vincent

Part Three, 3.2, audio book excerpt from “Self-Portrait of Someone Else”

Monday, June 14th, 2010

Podcast image


This audio excerpt from PART THREE, CHAPTER 3 (the second of three excerpts–as this is a long chapter–the final third will appear next Monday) of my novel “Self-Portrait of Someone Else”.

If you want to listen or download, click here:
27 – PART THREE – 3.2 – Self-Portrait of Someone Else



I hope you enjoy this, and thanks for listening.

Part Three, 3.1, audio book excerpt from “Self-Portrait of Someone Else”

Monday, May 31st, 2010

Podcast image
This audio excerpt from PART THREE, CHAPTER 3 of my novel “Self-Portrait of Someone Else”, and is around 18 minutes or so in length. The second part of this chapter (3.2) will appear next week.


If you want to listen or download, click here:
27 – PART THREE – 3.1 – Self-Portrait of Someone Else

I hope you enjoy this, and thanks for listening.