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Diegeses - D. Harlan Wilson
PRAISE FOR THE WORK OF D. HARLAN WILSON
Provocative entertainment.
—Booklist
A bludgeoning celluloid rush of language and ideas served from an action-painter’s bucket of fluorescent spatter.
—Alan Moore
New bursts of stream-of-cyberconsciousness prose.
—Library Journal
Wilson writes with the crazed precision of a futuristic war machine gone rogue.
—Lavie Tidhar
Wacky experimental fiction.
—Publishers Weekly
Fast, smart, funny.
—Kim Stanley Robinson
Pomo cybertheory never tasted so good or made you fly this high!
—American Book Review
Utterly original.
—Barry N. Malzberg
If reality is a crutch, D. Harlan Wilson has thrown it away.
—Rain Taxi
Diegeses
Copyright © 2013 by D. Harlan Wilson
ISBN 978-1-312-34900-1
First Anti-Oedipal Ebook Edition, February 2013
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author and publisher. Published in the United States of America by Anti-Oedipus Press, an imprint of Raw Dog Screaming Press.
The Bureau of Me
was originally published in Shroud Magazine (September 2010).
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Cover Art by Brett Weldele
Interior Layout by Stanley Ashenbach
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Theory-Fiction
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Drama
Jackanape and the Fingermen
Three Plays
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Hitler: The Terminal Biography
Freud: The Penultimate Biography
Douglass: The Lost Autobiography
Fiction Collections
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Stranger on the Loose
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
The Bureau of Me
The Idaho Reality
For Lofton Gitt. And all of the (Big) Others.
THE BUREAU OF ME
Arise, devour much flesh.
—Book of Daniel
ACT I
They marched into the office and announced that they were from the Bureau of Me. They wore black sunglasses and black suits and black ties. Stock g-men. They looked serious, eusocial, despite guestfriendly rictus grins.
Me,
intoned Curd, rolling the word around his mouth. That sounds familiar.
Mz. Hennington cut them off. Maneuvering pointed sweater-breasts, she lunged forward like a dogpoet and tried to take them out at the knees. They dispatched her without incident.
Curd slipped his fingers around the glock taped beneath his desk.
They removed their sunglasses. Affectedly. As if they were doing him a favor, or demonstrating that they possessed the efficacy to remove eyeware in a certain relaxed, levelheaded way.
They didn’t have irises. Scarlet pupils marked the round white eyes.
Curd pulled the trigger.
Click.
Shit. Shit.
One of them leaned over and placed a slip of paper on the desktop. He wasn’t standing that close to the desk. Not within arm’s reach, at least. In fact, he was on the other side of the room. Curd suspected an optical illusion. There were only two viable perps whose facilities might be responsible for the illusion: him, or them.
Irresolute, he picked up the note and read it.
YOU HAVE BEEN CORDIALLY INVITED BY
THE BUREAU OF ME
He turned the note over. Blank on the backside.
Invited where?
asked Curd. But they were gone.
•
That night, at his apartment, he rebandaged Mz. Hennington’s wounds, then fucked her gently, from behind. Always from behind.
He came. He collapsed.
I could use a cold beer.
He rolled out of bed and went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was empty.
The door closed like a flyleaf.
You have been invited,
said a seething, torpid voice. Cordially.
Startled, Curd turned around and almost fell over, forgetting to move his feet. He made no effort to conceal the guyparts.
The man sat at the dinette table. He took a sip of beer, made a face, and tossed the bottle across the floor. It didn’t break. Bleeding suds, it spun into a corner and clanked against a swell of empties.
Invited where, dipshit?
The man may have been one of the earlier visitors, only he had on a cape, and he blurred in and out of focus. It wasn’t a misperception on Curd’s part; the man’s body produced the effekt. Out of focus, he looked like a mothman, sitting there with tattered, febrile wings loosely folded behind him.
The man stood and released an electric chirrup. He adjusted his collar, walked to the front door and opened it. You will not be invited again.
He added, You drink [ur-word] beer.
He slammed the door behind him. The latch didn’t catch; the door creaked open and a trapezoid of sodium light extended across the room from the corridor.
Mz. Hennington came out wearing Curd’s signature velvet robe. It was much too big and heavy on her and looked like an animalskin rug that she had draped over her shoulders. A breast hung free. Who was that?
she said, knees buckling beneath the weight of the garment.
Crepuscular shitbreather.
Arms akimbo, Curd flexed his pectoral muscles. Who else? The Bureau of Me.
•
Curd finished the drink and ordered another one. I need start taking existence more seriously,
he