“If we could just forget the lousy things and keep the wonderful things up front.”
Self-publishing has a problem. A sticky, smelly problem that’s hard to wash off because the stain of poor writing is so embedded, like the smell of garlic in a French chef’s pores. That’s unfortunate because in many cases, there’s no stain at all. In fact, in its place, one can sometimes find a manila envelope full of cash that could even serve as a comfy pillow.
Yesterday Road is a prime example of all of the good things about self-publishing. It showcases an author who treats his work like his baby, making sure it not only has clean diapers and is presentable to the world, but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t sing and dance as well. If I could ensure that every reader’s introduction to the new paradigm was this book, I would.
We’re treated to a wonderful journey with the primary focus on that of an old man whose memory is failing him and only a vague notion of where he’s headed. He crosses paths with all sorts of personalities–the most prominent being a mentally disabled boy-man with a big heart and a waitress coming to terms with regrets and responsibility. A cast of minor characters highlight the sometimes dark, sometimes humorous tale of someone seeking identity, who he is and who he was.
Brennan writes in a conversational tone that never gets in the way of the story, but hits all the right notes at the right time. For me, the deep character introspections were highlights.
If you haven’t read this yet, please do, even if you’re normally not a fan of something termed “literary fiction.” I read in many genres, so this wasn’t a problem for me, but for those who rarely step outside their comfort zone–good writing is good writing and Yesterday Road is one place to find it.
I’ve always considered Kevin a friend in the Great Land of Blog, but now he can call me a fan.