The month of June is inevitable. So too is Bob Schofield’s new book.
“The Inevitable June," forthcoming from theNewerYork Press June 1 (mark your calendars, people!), is a quirky, unpredictable adventure that is likely to leave you feeling well-traveled and maybe even a little seasick.
Much like the old woman who kisses the narrator on the cheek one day in early June, each page of the book provides an unexpected surprise. Whether it’s seeing a man falling from the sky or reading the words “boxcar mustache," this book is a page-turner through and through. If you don’t read it in one sitting, shame on you (but really, I won’t judge; I suppose it’s O.K. if you get interrupted by your hungry dog or your whistling teapot on the stove or something).
The kind folks at theNewerYork Press describe “The Inevitable June" as "a surreal, poetic adventure." This is a fact. Here are three other important facts you need to know about this book:
1. To not like this book would be comparable to not liking, say, ice cream or pizza. You would be a freak.
2. You know how writers often say to themselves, “Damn. I wish I had written that"? Yeah. That may happen to you a lot while you're appreciating this book's lovely black and white insides. You may also find yourself repeating the word “nice" (or any similar word that you tend to use when you come across something delicious).
3. If theNewerYork Press keeps publishing books like Schofield’s, they truly are going to accomplish exactly what they intend to do: "end the triumvirate of novels, short stories, and poetry." *CUE LOUD ROUND OF APPLAUSE*
Compact enough to fit inside your fancy lunch box or your travelin’, jammin’ bag of importante documents, “The Inevitable June" is most certainly worthy of being shared. I mean, I have a ton of friends who I know would adore this book. I also have friends who would say, “What is this?” And, well, I think that’s exactly the kind of compliment that Schofield ultimately desires.
To pre-order “The Inevitable June,” click here.
Fiction, poetry, and all that good stuff . . .