‘Now Jesus himself had pointed out that a prophet has no honour in his own country’ (John 4:44)
Jim Meirose's work has appeared in numerous venues, including Le Scat Noir, Offbeat/Quirky (Journal of Exp. Fiction pub,), Permafrost, North Atlantic Review, Witness, and Kairos Literary Magazine.
New in 2018 will be:
"Understanding Franklin Thompson" novel: JEF Publications
- Comment from Jane Rosenberg LaForge, poet and author of “An Unsuitable Princess” and “The Hawkman: A Fairy Tale of the Great War.”, re "Understanding Franklin Thompson": "To read only one of Jim Meirose’s novels is to miss out on the scope and depth of his surreal vision. But UNDERSTANDING FRANKLIN THOMPSON is a great place to start."
"Le Overgivers au Club de la Resurrection" novel: Adelaide Books
-Comment from Rosemarie Tantra Bensko, author of the The Agents of the Nevermind psychological suspense series and gold medal winning novelist, re "Le Overgivers au Club de la Resurrection": "Meirose's prose pulses with life, infusing you with intensity of each moment arising surprised."
-Comment from Norman Conquest, Editor of Black Scat Books and Le Scat Noir: "A magician’s hand is quicker than the eye, and the same is true of Meirose’s fiction. It’s experimental magic and I haven’t a clue how he does it. This novel will leave you mesmerized.”
Comment from Anita Ballesteros, Solstice Literary Magazine, re "Sunday Dinner with Father Dwyer": "...beautifully-paced experimental and poetic prose, carries the reader deep into the minds and hearts of these four men, weaving through past and present experiences, birth and death and rebirth, real and imagined."
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JIM MEIROSE - NOVELS, SHORT STORIES
Proudly and Prolifically Producing the Opposite of What's Popular since 1988!!!
"The room’s gone down to a disappearing dot, no one can look at it no shut your eyes now; it shouts in a way that says don’t dare disobey, clamping down the failed monster-man’s eyes quite mercifully, so quick he had not time to believe he saw death coming; years sped by great highways plunged under gone behind..."
(Excerpt from work in progress (novel) - "Dans l'odeur de la sainteté (In the Odour of Sanctity)" - target completion 2019)
"...you are no more than a smelly soft machine of flesh bone blood and general muck, atop which I just sit and man the controls..." (Brain addressing its owner)
(Excerpt from "Sunday Dinner with Father Dwyer" - coming from Adelaide Books 5/2018)
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