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December
2007
Paul A. Toth
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1. Exclusive
Excerpt of Paul A. Toth's New Novel "Fugue"
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2. New
Poetry Collection:
"Hitler: Five Impossibly Possible Love Stories"
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| I. 1918 |
| II. 1918
Part 2 |
| III. 1931 |
| IV. 1938 |
| V. 1945 |
| 3. Short
Story: "Necktime" |
Short
Film Adaptation of "Necktied"
by Tom Shell/Paul A. Toth
"Knotted"
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AUDIO
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Broadside
of Paul A. Toth
"Earthquake 2.0, from Fugue"
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Paul
A. Toth is a Flint, Michigan native now living on Sanibel
Island, Florida. Paul’s previous works includes critically
acclaimed novels “Fizz” and “Fishnet”,and
short story works including “The Pop Lady Comes on
Wednesday” which earned him an honorable mention
for the work, and a slot in the “17th Edition of
the Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror”. His audio
work, which often combines story and music, has been widely
published, and he produces tracks for Mad Hatters'
Review. Two films, "Fizz" and "Knotted",
have been based on his stories. The latter was a semi-finalist
on Triggerstreet and was also a IFilm Plus Selection.
Paul’s essays on music, sexuality, psychology, literature and
art have appeared in a number of journals including salon.com. Currently,
Paul acts as fiction editor for storySouth.
This feature includes a web exclusive excerpt form his new novel "Fugue"
To
learn to more about Paul, visit:
paulatothblog.blogspot.com
or
To keep up on new works, watch films and more...much more visit:
www.nept.tv
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| Paul
A. Toth, writer, novelist, multimedia artist, poet, web exclusive,
flint, michigan, sanibel island, florida, fishnet, fuzz, film,
audio, new novel, hitler: five impossibly possible love stories,
short film, audio reading |
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Exclusive
Excerpt: "Fugue"
A New Novel by Paul A.Toth
Chapter
8 Continued: Earthquake
1.0
My Unnatural Mother, blackened by
white trash revenge. Rosie flies the night sky
with the bear, tiger, hippopotamus.
Father departed with his secret bride.
" Lay inside her seedless, rubberized, Dad!"
Mother II dreams of smiting Vietcong,
stashing ashes in national parks.
I hear her again, God rest my childhood,
that old drunken slur, her methanol blood.
Fall asleep, de angel's boot in thy ass.
Geography calls me forward, onward.
Next, geometry, algebra, physics.
Vanish, little boy. Disappear. Run, run.
Advance! A riverboat! Shoot the Rapids!
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