Drinking Kubulis is available in book form at last!

By Moristotle

To paraphrase Bobby Burns, the best laid schemes of writers and editors as well as “o’ Mice an’ Men gang aft agley.” I stated in my September 18 post (“Now available as a whole: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café”) that Roger Owens “plans to have it available by the end of the year in paperback and as an e-book, for sale on Amazon.”

Goines On: Drinking the whole Kubuli

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Goines awoke in a sweat. He had just realized – or had he been informed, as in a dream? – that Roger Owens’ caution to readers about “any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between” is a sly reference to zombies. Goines saw this only after finishing his reading of the novel the night before.
    A literary friend of Goines who hobnobbed with creative writers such as Owens had told Goines that Owens envisioned the end of the novel even before he began putting it to words. So, naturally, Owens knew exactly what he meant by that “anywhere in between.” What a cunning, playful writer! Goines envied his literary friend’s acquaintance with such a writer. Maybe Goines could be introduced to him?

Now available as a whole: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café

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By Moristotle

We now fulfill our promise to publish the whole of Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café, which you can read in its entirety at your own pace in our Back Pages. The author plans to have it available by the end of the year in paperback and as an e-book, for sale on Amazon.

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [Intermission]

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Serialization suspended to await book publication

I want to explain to my loyal readers why the serialization of Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café has been suspended. My editor and I have determined that the story’s mix of backstories, flashbacks, and foreshadowings does not lend itself well to a presentation in installments. Readers will be much better served by a printed book in hand (or an e-book on a screen).

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [17]

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17. Ras woke up, half out of his seat belt

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [16]

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16. At night the rain would invade

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [15]

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15. The bats always came slapping

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [14]

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14. Of course, now, as he fishtailed

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [13]

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13. “Charlie Dayton, he come to Dominica

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [12]

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12. Bayo led Ras to a shack so far up the mountain

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [11]

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11. As he sipped his grapefruit and rum

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [10]

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10. Kirk had warned him

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [9]

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9. He slept so well in the island

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [8]

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8. It wasn’t until the tenth day

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [7]

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7. When he first arrived, Ras

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [6]

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6. Tabitha Taft was sick

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [5]

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5. Byron Clayton Tottenmann

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [4]

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4. The first time they had gone

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [3]

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3. Shifting from first to second

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]

Fiction: Drinking Kubulis at the Dead Cat Café [2]

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2. That wasn’t so unusual though

[This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead, or anywhere in between, is purely a figment of your own sick, twisted imagination. You really ought to seek professional help for that. Except for the cat, of course; that skin on the cover really is  t h e  Dead Cat, if that’s any consolation to you.]