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Minor Confessions of an Angel Falling Upward Paperback – September 1, 2012
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About the Author
Joey Madia is the author of the fantasy novel Jester-Knight (New Mystics Enterprises, 2009), four books on using drama and creative writing in the classroom, and many poems, short stories, essays, and scholarly articles. He is the Founding Editor of newmystics.com, an on-line literary and art site, and the Artistic Director/Resident Playwright of Seven Stories Theatre Company.
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As I became possessed by "Minor Confessions of an Angel Falling Upward," I was reminded of a time during my angst-ridden youth when I ravenously read the multi-volume saga of another super-spiritualist, almost expecting to be visited at any moment by the narrator as I turned each mysterious page.
Although it may have been less traumatic for me to have been visited by Mr. Castaneda during one of his lucid dream travels, courtesy of Don Juan Matus, the idea - or thoughtform - of neoshaman Leyton Walkingfeather sending Planner Forthright my way, via some bizarre Yuwipi ceremony, is quite intriguing.
Whether looking for blood or seeking another compatriot for his battle against his alchemic arch nemesis, Parvus Cornu, I imagine Planner Forthright would attempt to gain my sympathy by explaining how he is a "fallen angel made man" who has walked this earth for over 40 long years (blah, blah, blah). And I'm sure his diatribe would include plenty of similes, metaphors and allusions to a plethora of obscure works of literature and cinema.
I suppose I could try to send Planner Forthright on his way, telling him that his cache of arcane knowledge and pop culture enlightenment would better serve him in a class for Postmodern Literary Criticism or as a contestant on the TV game show "Jeopardy," but I'd probably invite him to hang out on my plane for awhile and tell me his complex story in more detail.
Planner Forthright's story, as told to his biographer/secretary Joey Madia, could be told in simple terms, specifically that of a fallen angel-turned self-described vampire, who (along with his dark-cloaked spirit guide Crow and his Jazz-loving Homeboyz of Hell posse) defends the pride of cuckolded men and the virtue of besmirched women while preparing to do battle with the infamous Parvus Cornu. But there is nothing simple about this Angel Falling Upward.
Cornu, whose aspirations are no less than the complete domination of Heaven and Earth (not to mention Hell), causes betrayal amongst Forthright's inner circle and continuously punishes our anti-hero at every turn, including turning him into the pagan goat deity Baphomet. At one point, Forthright is forced to eat crow when his vampire friend Mykaldaemio accuses him of being a vampire poseur because of Forthright's reluctance to be preoccupied by the traditional vampire penchants for sex, death and violence.
As the reader of Planner's memoir, I would tend to agree with Mykaldaemio's advice: "No one is invisible, Planner. You just have to change the way you see." After all, Planner refuses `to see' the true nature of his tormentor, preferring instead to scour the minds and works of great writers throughout history to bolster his omnipotent perception of Parvus Cornu.
Planner insists on calling his enemy Little Horn, rather than acknowledging the Latin origin of the moniker Parvus Cornu - maybe because such a realization may lead him to the conclusion that severing the lateral ventricle via a prefrontal lobotomy could be a viable course of action.
Yes, there may actually be physical and spiritual dangers in being "too well-read," and it is quite entertaining to join Planner Forthright in his stream-of-conscious expedition from stubborn self-denial to subjugated self-realization.
As a spiritual guide tells Planner late in his metaphysical journey to inner awareness, "Your difficulty lies in your getting too lost in the entanglements of the physical world. It interferes with your spiritual progress."
In conclusion, I recommend anyone who is dissatisfied with the mundane portrayals of today's pop-cultured blood-suckers to consider exploring the essence of true Evil, which surpasses the narrow confines of Hell, Heaven and Earth. "Minor Confessions of an Angel Falling Upward" by Joey Madia is a true revelation.
In his latest novel, "Minor Confessions," we meet Madia's most extraordinary character yet, "Planner Forthright," the pseudonym for an entity we mere humans can best think of as a "fallen angel/vampire."
In stark contrast to the modern "glittery-skinned," "lover boy" romantic (and wholly un-"real"-istic) "vampire," the truly hardcore aficionados of the genre who much prefer the gritty, teeth-sinking, rotting corpse-draining historical vampire will find plenty of action in "Minor Confessions" to delight both macabre and philosophical sensibilities.
In some ways, Madia's book is a nod to the entire vampire genre, including 1819's "The Vampyre" by John William Polidori and Bram Stoker's famous 1897 Gothic horror classic, "Dracula," as well as the more modern vampire tales of Anne Rice.
However, in the most important aspects of literature, Madia's "Minor Confessions" is much more than simply "another vampire book." In fact, it boldly strives, both within and beyond its chosen genre, to reach a much deeper, more complex level of consciousness. Thus, this novel will appeal to horror enthusiast, psychologist and philosopher alike.
As an immortal entity transcending conventional knowledge of reality, Madia's "fallen angel" represents an extremely complex, compelling and multi-dimensional character which holds readers' interest. Readers will keep turning pages simply to see what on Earth this bizarre, outrageous entity will confess next. Planner Forthright's no-holds-barred commentary gives the reader permission to plummet down numerous "rabbit holes" of morality, ethics, the raw underbellies of newsworthy events, dogmas and superstition, the nature of humanity, politics, religion and pop culture.
Readers who follow Planner's travails closely, who don't fear a peek underneath the surface of his fury and dark humor, will discover a powerful, compelling book, the kind that is very difficult for any author to achieve, meaning, the book that is in a league of its own, one markedly different from all the rest in its genre.
"Minor Confessions of an Angel Falling Upward" is unique in the depths of its journey into the dimensions of awareness provoked by the (blessing and/or curse?) of immortality, as well as consciousness itself. The book compels us to ask the greater questions regarding the history of humankind.
Of course, if you're looking for your typical A, B, C, D plot-driven novel, then this book might not be your "cup of tea," or in this case, goblet of blood. "Minor Confessions" is a stream of consciousness journey dedicated to the most passionate lovers of literature, the avid readers who have "been there and done that," folks who have read everything else and are completely burnt out on the conventional "hum drum." This book is for an insightful, well-read audience seeking a challenge.
If you've ever wondered what it would be like to actually get inside the head of a "daemon," or an otherworldly entity, then "Minor Confessions" will take you on a raucous ride through events, histories and realms of thought you may have never visited before.
"Minor Confessions" is highly recommended to a sophisticated audience, but it's certainly not for the faint of heart: When you find established thought patterns shaken like an earthquake and when you behold conventional worldviews being flipped upside down, don't bother screaming in the middle of the night, neither for help nor for sympathy. "Planner Forthright" won't be the one holding your hand.