HYPERSPACE is about a man with a malfunctioning brain. Triggered by his inability to consummate a relationship with a warm, alluring, high-spirited, and extraordinarily beautiful young woman, the protagonist¿s vivid pictorial imagination and great power of memory-recall show the reader pathetic, heartrending, tragic and chilling events in his life. After the first depiction of a traumatic childhood scene, Jason walks into a semi-desert plain. In the darkening evening he "befriends" a small twinkling star visible to him as he stands near a rocky peak. When he "realizes" that it "guided" him in his walk, drew him away from his home, in order that they meet, he "reaches out" to it. This star then becomes Jason¿s focus of escaping from hell. After his failure with the woman, he boards a "spacecraft"to travel to his star friend, beginning a voyage whose final destination will shock and chill the reader.
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Brooklyn born and bred, the author of HYPERSPACE, after years of experience, study, research, and interaction, contends that the world is a Lunatic Asylum. HYPERSPACE offers to the reading public one of his explanations as to why. Other explanations are coming . . .
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Together again are he and his Friend for Eternity. "When did we first meet, my Love?" his child's voice is querying in his memory. not gonna like that,' she said. `As a matter of fact,' she said, `I don't like that! Get to your room! Pa will go up there when he gets home.' Yes my Loving Friend! That's how our Meeting started!" Chirping in a high pitched child's sound, Jason is continuing. "You know, I once heard someone say . . . was it a teacher or a minister? . . . I don't remember . . . I once heard him say that sometimes good things come from bad but when the bad is happening you don't know it will be the cause of the good! So when Pa came up later I didn't know good would follow. I remember! `What's this about you getting an F, huh?' he said. He sounded like Pa sounds when he's real mean. Honest, I don't remember what I said back! Then Pa whupped me! He grabbed me by my shirt and pants and pulled me off the bed, threw me back down real hard so my behind faced up and then he whupped me as hard as I've ever been whupped! He used the flat of his hand, alright, but Pa is strong! I couldn't sit down for a long time without hurtin'. And I cried . . . I wanna cry now, my Loving Friend, just thinking about it. But you're here and I feel your goodness and I know I'm safe. Anyway, I remember laying in bed on my stomach after my whupping. It seemed like a real long time, my laying there. I didn't cry too much, you know. For some reason I just stopped. And I felt a strange feeling in me . . . I don't know what." Continuing staring out his window . . . "Then, my Friend for Eternity, I realized it was getting darker. I could never explain what made me get up from bed, hurtin' the way I was. But now I know. You made me get up! You did, Loving Friend! 'Cause you wanted me to leave there, wanted me to . . ." Hearing his father's booming voice along with his mother's shrieks he is continuing staring at the twinkling blue spark of light. "I was feeling a really awful aching in my behind, you know. But I still got up and walked! Why would I do that? Why would I want to? It was you my Love! It was you calling me to you!" He is remembering wincing in pain, slowly and quietly opening his bedroom door, walking out into the hall, quietly closing the door, walking carefully down the stairs, not wishing his parents to see him, reaching the bottom, walking straight to the front door feeling fire burning his lower behind from his father's beating and the back of his neck from his imagining his parents' stares who may be in the kitchen or livingroom behind him. Opening the door, stepping into the cool end-of-winter air, he is walking out into the flatland, feeling the trodding-on of stones and old plant life carcasses. Silence is infiltrating the child's memory. was our Meeting . . . we moved here when?0 "About a year ago, I think." That was our first Meeting my Love, my Friend, my Goodness! That was your calling of me to you!" now? . . . highness . . .0 Whispering with excitement, ". . . joy . . . goodness, beauty, love, caring . . ." Continuing staring at the tiny pauselessly winking blue dot amidst the increased number of blinking dots now suspended in a darkening abyss he is aware of silence.
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Wo! When I finished reading this book I was emotionally exhausted and realized the author had said everything there was to say in 118 pages. His use of extremely descriptive prose shows just how much damage this man's brain endured. I really loved the book.
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