Steven Peters – 59 GLASS BRIDGES
59 GLASS BRIDGES
I don’t remember how I got here. These halls are unfamiliar. These clothes certainly aren’t mine. And why does every turn seem to land me right back where I started? Am I lost?
I do remember my Grandmother. I remember her fingers buried in soil in the garden, her paintings on the stoop, and the truly terrible moonshine she brewed on the front porch. I suppose that’s not important now.
What’s important is that I find a way out. Stay calm. The sound of someone following—that’s my imagination. Of course, there is no monster in this maze.
Two narrative threads run through Steven Peters’ 59 GLASS BRIDGES. On the one hand, it’s the story of an unnamed protagonist’s attempts to escape an impossible labyrinth where walls fall to vine-filled forests, hallways to rivers, and bridges to lamp-lit boats. On the other, it’s the story of his childhood and the wise-cracking, bootleg-brewing Grandmother who raised him.
59 GLASS BRIDGES ties these two threads together with details that bleed from one chapter to the next and stark imagery borrowed from Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy. The result is a story about how the smallest moments shape us, and how we deal with grief when life seems like an endless maze.
Available April 2017 with NeWest Press.