SKUNKVILLE SAGA

Life in the Willow Lane

A mind trip unlike any other.  The wild adventures of families in; a small, nondescript American town, including those of a diverse, ever-changing, sometimes weird cast of these families'friends & antagonists & acquaintances, young and old.  This amiably outlandish, often irreverent, R-rated tale currently has 1,571,601 words, longer than any known, easily obtainable novel other than >Artamene ou de Grand Cyrus<,completed around 1650 AD, which boasts 2.1 million words    Each of Skunkville's 1,100+ mini-epics is highly enjoyable on an a la carte stand-alone basis and even better if consumed in sequence from Episode 1 to Episode 1,100+Just in its four busy years of existence, at this hard-to-find, off-the-beaten-path site plus a few no-longer-existant Skunkville threads on unrelated but busier forums  , the Saga has received hundreds of thousands of reader visits.   Kirkus Reviews says of Skunkville Saga, 'A relentless, bizarre phantasmagoria', 'Few reading experiences match this one', 'Totally unpredictable', 'otherworldly', 'madcap', 'flippant', 'continue(s), endlessly, down a rabbit hole of absurdity....' 'will appeal to.... most adventurous readers'  These are hard times for books/novels, yet Skunkville, by re-engineering the novel from scratch as an eminently readable/mid-brow/accessible comic-book style novel hybrid, flourishes on its own tireless, restless, bizarre, inquisitive energy despite  lack of any publisher or other support/funding; just a guy smiling as he hammers away on his pc several hours a day!  judged most similar to Skunkville according to Kirkus critics....both among the greatest novels of all time!Due to all the reading traffic at Skunkville, literally thousands of the characters, places and concepts of Skunkville have an Internet listing: TRY IT! TYPE in 'Nervous Balls Syndrome', or NBS, for which the Skunkville Saga OTC relief product is called NUT-REST!

Cover art for GRAVITY'S RAINBOW
by Thomas Pynchon
Cover art for FINNEGANS WAKE
by James Joyce
2:05 AM

Walt Chuckles at Dinkleton Fade

Walt: 'Damn... I need to hobble home and talk to Edna about this...I hate being upstaged in my own theatre!'

Walt, as he sits on his old easy chair, flipping through a thick copy of the The Skunkville Daily Corn Holler and Corn Hxler newspaper, looking for the Leading Fiction Blogs standings then chuckling softly to himself...

Edna, coming in to serve him his new-fangled Ovaltine drink with wafflepieces, covered with syrup, mixed in:  'Now, be careful not to choke this time... Remember last time?  We thought you were a goner for sure... dagnab it! she mumbles.

Walt, perking up his ears, but's it's too late for them to collect the vibrations of her side comment and turn them into sound her hiz ears...'Well, but how about this... That 'winter replacement' blog' for us has fallen back to earth.  It was running at a rate of close to 4,000 readers a week for a little while.  That would send us to the showers for sure if they could keep it up...  But now they're down to averaging only about 3,000 readers a week... Heh heh heh heh...The silly thing is dyin' out already, thank goodness.'

Edna:  'Yeah?  So what's been our average in recent years?  A hundred readers a week?  Fifty?  Twenty?  None?'

Walt:  'Welp... I think your numbers are a little on the nasty, low side, but mebbe a few hundred...  Maybe...'

Edna:  'Really, Walt, doan't take it so hard... Whatever rises must someday fall...'

Walt:  'Yeah... but I'm not sure we ever 'rose'...'

Edna:  'Yes, dear, but just think of all the encouragement you're providing to the other bloggers on this site... The smiles on their faces when they compare their readership to ours... '

Walt:  'Our empire is crumbling.... We were even preempted by the more popular story.  Let's not let the crew in the door in the morning any more... Think of all the food you serve 'em, as they wait around for us to say or do something funny... Remember how they used to laugh sometimes back in the old days?  Now they just have a bored frown on their face no matter what antiochs we try to pull....'

Edna:  'So you really think we're furnished?'

Walt, his face reddening:  'Well no...not quite that bad... Maybe...'

And then he is silent, looking around the room over and over again as if to find something....     

Walt:  'Yep.. we're furbushed alright... Them Dinkletons, who live nearby and whom we introduced to the world,  have swiped our platform, our stage, our readers, probably even some of our sense of humor and probably a few of yer cherry pies!'

Edna, shaking her head to his last comment:  'That's highly unlikely...Aside from the ones I gave them.  And they can't be stealing our personalities or ideas , because then how would they be doing well then????' 

 

 

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