Earl Carlson
ALLi Author Member
Location: United States of America
Genres: Commercial Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Experimental Fiction, Fantasy/SciFi/Speculative, General Fiction, Historical Fiction, Literary Fiction, Science Fiction (Sci-Fi), Speculative Fiction
Earl L Carlson was born by the light of a kerosene lamp in a small logging community in northern Minnesota, just fifty miles up a dirt road from the nearest public library. During the school year, he had access to a number of books judged suitable for students. So he read The Three Musketeers, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and Drums Along the Mohawk. A drug store in the next town carried paperback novels, usually twenty-five cents a copy, facilitating his introduction to John Steinbeck, Erskine Caldwell, and Thorne Smith. And he had a subscription to Boys’ Life (to which, at the age of twelve, he submitted his first story, hand-written in a spiral notebook). But he wouldn’t discover Dostoevsky, Henry James, Lafcadio Hearne, Voltaire, Aldous Huxley, H. L. Mencken, and the many others who influenced his inclinations and writing style, until he ventured out into the wider world. Over the years, he beat the living hell out of several secondhand typewriters, none of which seemed capable of completing an error-free page. But it wasn’t until he bought his first computer in 1988 that he enjoyed the luxury of concentrating on his writing rather than the arduous business of typing. For a time, he produced a humorous newsletter for an organization called the Society of Dirty Old Men, which he hoped would make them all filthy rich selling T-shirts and souvenirs to college students. Following the demise of that brave new venture, he turned to short stories, novellas, and novels. Though he has sold stories to several magazines and journals, both print and electronic, and published two collections of his stories, he has also managed to accumulate an awe-inspiring collection of rejection slips. He is still waiting for a response from Boys’ Life.
Earl Carlson's books
Genres: General Fiction, Literary Fiction, Humour & Satire
Formats: E-Book, Paperback
Age Groups: 18+
Saint Birdie Twine has seen the rainbow in her dreams. She has assured the residents of Conniption City that the worst of the flood is over and the water level is receding. Only the most sacrilegious among them would notice that it continues to rise or imagine that their neighbors floating downstream are anything but blissfully asleep. Besides, they have more urgent matters to attend to: · Mayor Mitby Sather would like to run for higher office—governor or president or something. · Bishop Obediah Twine aspires to the Papacy. He’s not Catholic though, so he’ll have to perform a miracle or something to make God really sit up and take notice. · Miss Sympathy Jo Jacobson, nearly forty, is eager to share her maidenhood with somebody—preferably not Mitby Sather. Meanwhile the Nimi i puu up in the hills wait patiently for the spirit of The Lake That No Longer Remembers...
Genres: Fantasy/SciFi/Speculative, Literary Fiction, Science Fiction (Sci-Fi)
Formats: E-Book, Paperback
Age Groups: 12-15, 18+
Separated following a tragic accident in which the girl's parents are killed, adolescent lovers are reunited twenty years later by a second tragedy, which enables them to travel through time. Unencumbered by corporeal form, they may choose to go forward to the future or back to witness historical events. They may also travel sideways through other dimensions of time to visit alternate (what might have been) realities. This brief novel is set in a universe in which time is multi-dimensional, with constantly dividing and diverging time streams—each stream containing its own unique reality. In this universe, "anything that can possibly happen cannot possibly not happen" somewhere in multi-dimensional space-time. Though it may sound confusing, the explanation—as provided by one of the characters and further clarlified by the author in the Caudal Appendage—is really quite easy for the layperson to follow. Actually, the author has long contended that you and I...