Impotent: A Novel - Softcover

Roberson, Matthew

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1573661481 ISBN 13: 9781573661485

Verlag: Fiction Collective 2, 2009

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Impotent is a collection of moving stories about a time when "it is easier to get a refill on a prescription than approval for therapy" and individuals are reduced to letters on a medical chart. In revealing vignettes, Matthew Roberson clinically catalogs the hopes, dreams, and failures of people identified only through form-like abbreviations (C— for co-dependent, I— for Insured). In these "case studies," Roberson captures his subjects' lives poignantly by supplementing their diagnoses with unconventional footnotes, lists, and medicinal warnings. Each vignette exposes a different facet of our medicated society, humanizing a multitude of conditions: depression, anxiety, obsessive-compulsive disorder, impotence, and dementia. In a world of domestic ennui, deadpan voices struggle to transcend numbness while simultaneously trying to manage the pain of living. Impotent is both important social commentary and engrossing fiction.

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Matthew Roberson is the author of 1998.6 (FC2). He teaches at Central Michigan University and lives with his wife and children in Mt. Pleasant, Michigan.

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Impotent

By Matthew Roberson

The University of Alabama Press

Copyright © 2009 Matthew Roberson
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ISBN: 978-1-57366-148-5

CHAPTER 1

L. & I.

Ambien® He knew he should quit smoking.

But everyone lit up while they framed or roofed, and on breaks, and why not? The days were hot or cold, or muggy, or wet, and they struggled, morning to night, Monday to Friday, seven to seven. Not an hour passed without a cut or bruise to their hands and legs. They worked on their knees in tight spaces, drilling and nailing, and stretched to reach beams or lift lumber above their heads. They carried eighty-pound bags of shingles up extension ladders.

Why not take the simple pleasure of a smoke.

Other pleasures were gone. L. limped home nights too tired to cook a real meal, and I. didn't make dinner anymore, either, so they took out, or ordered in, or ate from the kitchen shelves — a can of olives. Six bananas. Canned chili, cold. Hot dog buns. Sex was out, except on weekends, and even then L. found he couldn't be roused. Better to watch cable. Football. Or Die Hard, again. He wouldn't follow tennis or soccer or any sport that looked tiring. Who needed it? He turned on baseball, in season, or listened to it on the radio, flat on his back on the living room rug.

But the cigarettes gave him a wet, morning cough, and raw, burned sinuses, and got him up from bed all night, agitated,having to pee, and it was the nicotine — or its absence — that made him antsy. And he couldn't shit before work without coffee and a smoke, so he took them in the toilet, with the paper, and turned on the fan and drank and smoked and waited and grew hemorrhoids. I. yelled about smoking in the house but never rose early enough to stop him.

L. played lacrosse in high school. He knew what it was to be fit.

L. was not fit. He felt weathered and stiff.

He asked Dr. U________ for something for nights, to help with sleep, but Dr. U________ wouldn't bite. Anything he could give had risks, so he said No, quit smoking if you need to sleep, though nicely, knowing L. would take offense.

As if it's easy to quit, L. said.

He got I. to ask her doctor for a script, which she did, so they had a month's supply of Ambien, which sat on I.'s dresser. The cat knocked it off, jumping past.

The pills were white, with AMB 10 punched in their sides.

I. said this was it. She wasn't asking the doctor for more.

And Do Not Take With Alcohol, she said, because the doctor told her that was out. Contraindicated. And only one a night, I. said. There's Risk of Coma. Risk. Of. Coma. Don't be stupid.

Right, L. said.

Benadryl® Before he got the Ambien, L. tried taking Benadryl, popping back two before bed, but they wore off at three, maybe four a.m., and he would wake sweating and confused, thirsty, and mix a jug of orange juice and lie restless on the sofa.

Caffeine Mornings he knocked his way to the kitchen, where the coffeemaker sat in clutter, to brew a pot of dark blend before heading to the can (see Ambien).

Midmornings, he got a large coffee from McDonald's® or 7-Eleven® and stirred in sweetened creamers, if he could. Irish Crème, Hazelnut. Ditto, afternoons.

His legs shook on ladders, and a thick munge of brown coated his tongue. He had acid reflux.

Darvocet® You gotta clear the decks for eight solids, L. told Tim, about Ambien. That shit puts out the lights, he said, and even after a ten to six stretch he still floated through the a.m., his brain too slow for power tools, and his fingers coming off in the circular saw hurt like

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Fiction Collective 2
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2009
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1573661481
• ISBN 13: 9781573661485
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Auflage: 1
• Anzahl der Seiten: 166
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Mare Nostrum Group B.V.; gpsr@mare-nostrum.co.uk; ; Doelen 72; Breda; 4831 GR; Niederlande