This particular work is probably what I consider the most "complete" of my literary works. I originally wrote this in my late twenties, when I was living an extremely lonely and isolated existence near Amherst, MA (called "University City" in the novel). I was working part-time doing housecleaning and yardwork, living on a small trust fund, barely getting by. Like a lot of my literary work in that decade of my life, this is remotely autobiographical. I think I was stoned when I got some of the ideas for this.
Like the character "Dogstar", I really did have some little motorscooter and was always traveling to places up in the high hills. I worked some of the locale scenery in this book. Some of the characters are pure fiction like "Stella Telestar" or "Llang Llong". Like a lot of my work, there's a lot of implicit mysticism in this novel.
This was a very experimental fiction type. Part I., "Taking Off" was written as poetry. Part II., "Crashing", was a kind of raving gibberish with a lot of grammatical rule-breaking. Then Part III. "Waking Up" was a journal Dogstar wrote living far away from it all. I admit Dogstar's Vision was a earlier form of the Story of Evolution in the "Book of No-Thing".
I did a lot of re-drafting on this work and attempted to send to publishers, but it never went over, so here it is for public perusal. Hope you get off on it!
