Novel Treatments / Jesus & Me

Prologue
                The Bible says the Son of God will return like a thief in the night.  Now, I’ve never placed much faith in the Bible— hell, I’ve never placed much faith in anything— but I believe that part.   You see, when I met Jesus, he was coming down a fire escape on Sixth Street with a DVD player under one arm and a laptop under the other.
                To be perfectly honest, I was in no mood to meet the Christ that night. No mood to meet anyone. Why?
                Fuckin gaffle!  
Gaffle is a street word that can be either a noun or a verb. In its verb form, to gaffle, the word simply means to rip someone off, to give them false goods—as in, “Man, when I got home and put that bootleg porn in, a Mickey Mouse cartoon popped up. Muthafucker gaffled my ass!” Many are the ways in which to gaffle the unsuspecting. In its noun form, though, gaffle means only one thing: Fake dope.
Counterfeit crack, to be exact.
       The thing about gaffle and crackheads is this:  They know it’s out there. They know the hollow feeling, the disappointment of unwrapping the rock, heart thumping, palms sweating, and putting it in the mouth only to taste the numbing sensation of some backalley amalgam of Orajel and baking soda.
And yet, when it’s two in the morning and San Francisco’s finest are thick in the Tenderloin section of the city, when the Ellis Street brothers, the Civic Center Dominicans, and the Mexicans on Sixteenth and Mission are nowhere to be found, a crackhead will buy a wrapped rock from a guy who looks so strung out and is moving so fast that the pipe dream he’s selling can be only one thing.
        Fuckin’ gaffle.
        It was raining that July night in the city, and cold.  Cold in the way that only San Francisco in the summer can be.  Fat, dirty drops of water hit the concrete sidewalk like slaps. Loud, hard slaps.
        I was soaked to the bone, and pissed, and trying to think of a way to get my hands on five bucks.  Absorbed, you might say, in my own misery. It played within my mind like a soundtrack driven by the drumming of the rain.
        Still, the sharp crack of a window being thrown open with enough force to rattle the glass in its frame drew my attention skyward, where Jesus was flying down the fire escape like a bat out of hell, arms loaded,  legs churning, bare feet slipping and sliding on the textured, painted iron, all the while somehow managing to stay upright. It wasn’t walking on water, but it was a damned sight to see. Until he hit the second floor access landing, that is.
        It looked to me like someone had welded the rollers on the drop ladder, probably to keep non-paying guests out—this is Sixth Street we’re talking about here—and when the Christ bumped the latch and jumped, landing with his full weight on the top rung, expecting it to slide right down to the street, well… it didn’t.   Fuckin’ thing stayed locked like a pit bull’s jaws on a toddler’s throat.
        Jesus, on the other hand, kept right on going down.
        To this day, I still can’t place a finger on exactly what it was that possessed me to dive under a scraggly, barefoot burglar on that cold and rainy night. Maybe I thought he’d split the cash from the sale of the goods with me, and I’d get to play gaffle bingo one more time before I had to find a dry hole to crawl into and crash.  Maybe not.
        Whatever the reason, that son of a bitch landed on me like a two hundred pound bag of bolts. The DVD player and the laptop hit the pavement with a crunch that told me I wasn’t gonna be taking him over to the Philipinos in front of the Donut Star for quick cash, and when we got up, I could only gape at him in anger, disappointment plain on my bloody face.
        The bastard was smiling. Smiling!
        “What the fuck’s so funny, asshole?” I asked.
        `He put a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t shake it off. “I’ve been looking for you.”
        The voice did not match the appearance. Not at all.
        “Yeah,” I said, “looks to me like you’ve been looking for home electronics. In all the wrong places.”
        “No.” The voice was gentle. Patient. “I’ve been looking for you.”
        “OK. I’ll play. Why have you been looking for me?”
        “Aren’t you lost?”
        I’ll be honest. My first instinct was to kick the shit out that hippie bastard, and then rifle through his pockets. My second was to run, and not look back. Why not? I’d been doing it all my life.
        I did neither. I looked him right in the eyes, and did something that went against every instinct for survival I had developed over ten hard years of prison and the streets. I told the truth.
        “Yes,” I said. “I’m lost.”
        He extended a dirty hand. I could see the caked filth thick beneath his nails. “Then, come with me.”
               I did.

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October 07, 2008

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When you put up a new version, make sure you put it in the Query Letter category. Insert your query letter before your 1st chapter. And you can put in your notes that this story is mature rated due to lots of profanity.

The DVD player and the laptop hit the pavement… Shorten this sentence; lots of ideas in one place.

Very, very deep. I liked the story very much as a whole. Intelligent, has a twist and is full of action. Your character has a lot of verve and is believable. The hard language is just that…hard to look at…but you got the point across. Wicked, wild, and true.

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September 29, 2008

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I loved the story concept, and the finding of Christ in the least expected place. I do think that word choice could be improved upon by cutting out some of the unnecessaries. The lines about the rain: “Loud, hard slaps.” Could be cut, I get the image and think it is unique, but don’t think it’s powerful enough to warrant repetition. I think this is a great start, but would benefit from a quick reread in which you cut some unnecessary words.

Mick_Parkin avatar General Stranger

September 15, 2008

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My big thing is words which aren’t working hard enough to justify their presence. (That, and bad spelling.)
“Never placed much faith in anything” – that last word adds nothing.
“When I met Jesus…” is good. You throw us into a new phase of the story in 4 words, but without it being a jolt.
  ”Fire Escape” – Nice detail
  If you have to ask yourself rhetorical questions to move the story on – Why – that is a bad sign.
  Explanation of gaffle is a bit long-winded… but others might see this as adding colour.
  ”Loud hard slaps” seems unnecessary. The default setting for slaps is ‘hard’, so you only have to qualify that word if you mean a soft-slap.
  ”With enough force to… rattle the glass” A missed opportunity to say something interesting.
  ”Like a bat out of hell” – Woahhh! That is a gold-plated cliche!
  Comparison with walking on water – I like that.
  ”gaffle bingo” – nice economy of words.
  Ten hard years of prison – Hard isn’t needed.

  Basically, I liked it, but it could be tightened up a bit.

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June 15, 2008

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Thanks for submitting this.  This is a very compelling start here.  I enjoyed the dialogue, the setting, the situation, the plot.  

Keep writing!

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May 13, 2008

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This is interesting, but there are a few problems. For example, you have a few oddly-worded sentences (‘the Christ’ could be just ‘Christ’ and it reads better, and a few sentence when you were explaining gaffle) and there are a few strange things going on with the stream-of-consciousness that can get annoying. It’s difficult to see inside of a person’s head, even harder to get into a strung-out head, but there was something not working for me with it—something was missing, it seemed. Maybe you could try to push a little more emotion in, or perhaps give the reader a bit more to go with.

There was also the story—it was very, very original, but I have a bit of trouble seeing what an entire church believes as the son of God robbing someone blind of their electronics. Maybe there will be an explanation for what happened, which was one of the main reasons I was confused.

Being an agnostic, I still found the idea to be interesting and workable, and I hope to see more from you.

IF you have any questions or comments, feel free to contact me.

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April 22, 2008

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you know, i was terrified that this wouldn’t work at all, that the central conceit was just too silly for words – but on reading i’m surprised to find that it does, and you haven’t bitten off more than you can chew.

that first line is supremely arresting, which is surely the thing. and you don’t really slack off from there, do you? the prose fizzes and sparks and is alive. narrative in the skaz tradition is rarely attempted, and even more rarely pulled off. get this right and you’ll be sitting up there alongside notes from underground and money. i suggest you read both. the voice, though is absolutely believable and very well sustained in its execution. i can hear it in my head and feel it down my neck – this, i think, is a mark of success.

a few stumbles here and there. you don’t need to capitalise after a colon. if you’re going to represent speech exactly i.e. fuckin’, for instance, then you must indicate elisions with an apostrophe. not to do so gives the impression that you think it’s the correct form. put space around em-rules as well – it’s just a little easier on the reader that way. it’s good form. is the word not “filipinos”? i always thought so.

my concern is that the messiah will simply be too beige and bland. if you can concentrate on this contrast and make it work, than i look forward to your results. i worry, though, that jesus christ is no good as a literary character: where’s the interest? where’s the conflict, etc? i think i trust you on this one, but i’m interested to see how you negotiate that particular hurdle. on that note, i suppose, i would suggest changing the title. i find ‘jesus and me’ grindingly banal. perhaps it’s an ironic gesture, but i’m not sure that it comes off. keep jesus and keep the streets, by all means, but you must stay on the right side of mawkish sentimentality and tawdry religiosity.

one last suggestion for reading material: i, lucifer by glen duncan. it does what you’re doing, but from the other side of the fence.

stick at this: it’s good stuff.

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April 17, 2008

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Freakin wow! This is the first thing I’ve reviewed on here, and it’s great. Like something I’d actually read if I saw in a store. I was kind of doubtful about this site, but this absolutely makes a believer out of me.
I have no reall suggestions about anything to change because I don’t see anything. My question is do you have an agent or a deal?
Very, very GOOD!
Bo

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January 12, 2008

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Damn, this is really good. Like something I’d actually read in a bookstore. The Jesus thing kind of made go “hmmmm” at first, but the writing was so good that I was drawn right in. Keep writing! I want to see how this turns out!

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January 12, 2008

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Very, very polished piece of writing. The most publishable piece I have seen on here so far. Keep up the awesome work! I look forward to reading more of this. Would buy the book if I read this in a book store!

Pavel avatar General Stranger

January 02, 2008

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This is a fascinating concept, nicely delivered.  The last few lines wind up with a terrific hook – it’s the sort of thing that would make me keep reading if I had this novel in my hands.

This can use some work.  You introduce us to a new word – gaffle – but the description feels excessively wordy.  I’d bet you can get the point across in about half the words.  And you need to tie it to something; it’s still ambiguous to me what the relationship is between the Christ guy and gaffle.   It’s a fine setup and a good way to start building a metaphor.  But you may want to consider tightening that part up.

Good imagery throughout; “locked like a pit bull’s jaws on a toddler’s throat” is just gorgeous for this setting.

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