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!Download Book ♘ Where I Stay ☫ Fiction In the process of constantly disappearing, the unhinged, unmoored and unnamed narrator of WHERE I STAY travels through a cracked North America, stalked by his own future self and the whispers of a distant love From Arco, Idaho, to Mexico City, he flees along the highways and dirt roads of a landscape filled with characters in transition squatters, survivalists, prostitutes, drug runners, skinheads, border guards and con men WHERE I STAY is a meditation on desperation, identity, geography, memory, and love a story about endurance, about the empty spaces in ourselves, about the new possibilities we find only after we have lost everything Refreshing, pitch perfect kind of steering that is innovative not only for the genre it might get called into, but for experiential and language focused texts of every stripe Blake Butler A gifted journey through borderlands between text and image, glassy prose and suggestively indirect prose poem, facts and fictions, sanity and the other thing Lance Olsen After a first reading, I wasn t sure upon a second reading, I was won over completely by Andrew Zornoza s novel Where I Stay Novel in quotes because I believe that to be the author s preference, although to my mind the book is muchindeterminate than such a label suggests It could easily be a series of prose poems Perhaps the book qualifies as a novel because there is a single, unique point of view, a narrator who is also the protagonist throughout While, in disarray dishevelment After a first reading, I wasn t sure upon a second reading, I was won over completely by Andrew Zornoza s novel Where I Stay Novel in quotes because I believe that to be the author s preference, although to my mind the book is muchindeterminate than such a label suggests It could easily be a series of prose poems Perhaps the book qualifies as a novel because there is a single, unique point of view, a narrator who is also the protagonist throughout While, in disarray dishevelment, he knocks about from one location encounter to another, the plot, if there is one, drifts In essence this is the tale of a drifter drifting He is young his sexuality is ambiguous his destinations determined accidentally, based on who picks him up or who answers his phone calls, or on a memory of a place or person he once knew In one of the most desolate scenes, the hero confesses, My phone numbers have all gone old, everyone is moving, everyone is gone Ostensibly, he is searching for or on his way to meet up with his sister, who is introduced early on as suicidal, hospitalized Categorized near the end as a letter to explain to you how it was with me, the book unfolds as a road map or series of journal entries, each with a date, a location a photograph The photographs are half the story Their captions often read as a parallel narrative occasionally they simply amplify the episodic fragment on the facing page The landscape traveled through is that of the American West, not West of West Coast particularly, although Los Angeles, Tijuana Portland pass by, but ratherthat of Wyoming, Utah, Colorado, Nevada, New Mexico, Texas, Arizona Northern Mexico This is a parched fissured land the characters who traverse it it is hard to believe in any of them having a permanent home anywhere are as broken patched back together as the place itself Not an empty place, however, but one where I found people in the cracks In any case, the narrator doesn t stay any one place for any length of time He works short term jobs he shacks up in truck cabs, beds down outside dormitories Forest Service trailers, inhabits temporarily abandoned vehicles broken down shacks he s taken home by strangers He passes through jail, homeless shelters rehab centers at times Ultimately, Where I Stay is a stunningly sad beautiful tale A yearning in words for what can t be put into words or images Connection is tender tenuous, at times nothan a temporally disjunctive juxtaposition, an inscription discovered in a resting place returned to I had put a flower on the ceiling and they had put a second flower next to it Toward the end of the book, the narrator returns to the same place or another one I tape the drawing and words to the side of the cave and push the flower into a small map of lichen on the ceiling Love letter Note in a bottle Cry for help Or simply the necessary expression of being alive Here Now In this place After you Before you With you or without you At the end of the day or of the journey, the conclusion is There was nowhere to go, as long as I was myself Haunting and bleak Never really felt a momentum, despite the progression forward in time with each entry Perhaps that s the point moving forward and staying the same And then with the final entry, you get a totally different sense staying put and moving forward in life The writing was okay, some great parts, but many parts felt flat, or monotone Again, perhaps that s the point The photos were great, and integrated well The book itself is really quite a lovely object I love when sma Haunting and bleak Never really felt a momentum, despite the progression forward in time with each entry Perhaps that s the point moving forward and staying the same And then with the final entry, you get a totally different sense staying put and moving forward in life The writing was okay, some great parts, but many parts felt flat, or monotone Again, perhaps that s the point The photos were great, and integrated well The book itself is really quite a lovely object I love when small presses do cool stuff like that Although billed as a novel, Where I Stay doesn t really fit neatly into any one category Wandering somewhere between poetry, prose, travelogue, memoir, and coffee table book, it s eclectic feel is both a strength and a weakness.A description will help here This is a short book of just over 100 unnumbered pages, featuring both photographs and words The left side of each page has a location, a date, and a brief narrative describing something that presumably happened in that place at that ti Although billed as a novel, Where I Stay doesn t really fit neatly into any one category Wandering somewhere between poetry, prose, travelogue, memoir, and coffee table book, it s eclectic feel is both a strength and a weakness.A description will help here This is a short book of just over 100 unnumbered pages, featuring both photographs and words The left side of each page has a location, a date, and a brief narrative describing something that presumably happened in that place at that time The right side of each page has an image that may or may not be related to what was written on the other side of the page, along with some additional, brief text, oftendream like or poetic in nature The story is it a story follows an unnamed first person narrator across the American west and also down into Mexico over a period of about seven months Why is he traveling Is he looking for something Or someone He falls in with a lot of drifters and losers along the way from Texas, to Utah, to Idaho and even holds down a few jobs, briefly But in the end, he always moves on.If I were to try to express what Andrew Zornoza is attempting to do here, I d probably describe this as a tone poem It s evocative and moody and doesn t really seem to have a narrative drive It sabout a state of mind or a state of being than about a beginning middle end Our protagonist needs to find himself and by observing the lives of other troubled souls truck drivers, migrant workers, drug addicts, prostitutes, survivalists andhe hopes to find answers to his own inscrutable questions.It s a quick read and mildly intriguing I really enjoyed the photographs and the layout of the book Unfortunately, Zornoza s prose doesn t land as strongly I found his writing lacking in punch The descriptions of the landscapes need to bevivid and the dialogues need to be a little bitcrisp for this to be as effective as it wants to be I admire the attempt, but I don t think Zornoza sticks the landing This is my cousin Andrew s most recent book It tells the story of an unnamed narrator struggling to create order out of memories Although it does detail travels in the west, southwest, and Mexico, the book is consciously non narrative It is quiet It is contemplative It is very Andrew Zornoza. This is an cryptic collection of random thoughts, experiences, and photographs of the author s fictional journey through the Western US and Mexico This definitely isn t the scenic route Zornoza s travels take him to the edge of urban life, mainly concentrating on the rough roads and deserted highways that have been left in the past by time and progress The landscape is grey, gritty, and jagged much like the words he chooses to describe his interactions and his reactions to it all.His observa This is an cryptic collection of random thoughts, experiences, and photographs of the author s fictional journey through the Western US and Mexico This definitely isn t the scenic route Zornoza s travels take him to the edge of urban life, mainly concentrating on the rough roads and deserted highways that have been left in the past by time and progress The landscape is grey, gritty, and jagged much like the words he chooses to describe his interactions and his reactions to it all.His observations are sometimes funny, sometimes tense, and often a bit obscure You get the impression that he has x ray vision and sees beneath the surface of the locations, as well as the hardened exteriors of the people he meets He encounters the most diverse group of people imaginable, all lingering on the outskirts of city and suburban life, some intentionally and some without choice The black and white photographs heighten the sense of distance and reminded me of a Dust Bowl migration There s sadness within it all, yet the traveller continues Much like an epic quest, he keeps pursuing that which he cannot identify There are cracks in the country in its families and highways, houses and rivers, factories, cellar windows, truck stops, in the sounds of chattering televisions, in the plexiglass booths of pay phones by bus stations, in the crushed glass of parking lots The prairie was my cellar door I had removed everyone I knew or the people had removed themselves I replaced them all with a vast plateau, then mountains, dry desert, broken pieces of landscape that didn t quite fit together I found people in the cracks Zornoza s gift in this collection is the little surprises he throws out amid the descriptions of the raw landcape In his diary like entries, he may explain what happened and where, but he may also through out a mysterious phrase because if someone was making a movie of her, the movie would not be good She was a bad actress, but there was no movie, there was no acting I really enjoyed the photographs butthe pictures his words composed Sparse, with no unnecessary details or dialogue An excellent collection.It reminded me somewhat of Sam Shepherd s Day Out of Days road novel of the experimental variety reminds me somebody else s book, but i cannot remember who stories combined with the pictures combined with the poems are chilling. Really, a 3.5 I love the concept and the book as a whole, but there was something that seemed to be missing throughout. Reprinted from the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography cclapcenter.com I am the original author of this essay, as well as the owner of CCLaP it is not being reprinted illegally Andrew Zornoza s Where I Stay bills itself as a photo novel, meaning that text and images are combined here to produce one unified fictional narrative tale And I have to say, although I found the written part only so so a sort of rambling Jack Kerouac meets Studs Turkel tale about the freaks and loser Reprinted from the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography cclapcenter.com I am the original author of this essay, as well as the owner of CCLaP it is not being reprinted illegally Andrew Zornoza s Where I Stay bills itself as a photo novel, meaning that text and images are combined here to produce one unified fictional narrative tale And I have to say, although I found the written part only so so a sort of rambling Jack Kerouac meets Studs Turkel tale about the freaks and losers who populate the great rural areas of the US , as a publication I found it one of the greatest little basement press photography books I ve ever seen, which just by itself earns this book a decent score and recommendation It s almost a case study of what smart yet cash challenged publishers can do with a little forethought and some good design skills, something to be studied by fellow photographers as much as it is to be simply enjoyed.Out of 10 8.3