Now back to the lit

So the other night I am heading up the East Coast and working on Fictions in my head when I get this breakthrough for the resolution of one of my stories. Somewhere around Atlantic Gardens, a genuine fucking Eureka moment, and I don't have a pen nor paper to record it.

Half an hour later, we are in Ann's Grove and I have procured a pen and a relative's telephone bill for last month and my world finds balance again. "The Last Assassin" is one of the stories I consider of higher importance in my book. Whereas, like most of my short fiction, the focus is intimately personal, this particular story has a wide resonance because it is deals with part of Guyana's political history.

I have this penchant for iconoclasm, and I hate taking given history without a pinch of salt - and Guyanese history needs entire spoons. "The Last Assassin" is partially an interrogation of one major event in Guyanese history, and is ironically set outside of Guyana. I cannot say more without denying the reader a considerable part of the ironic thrill which runs through the story. I will instead leave you with the following Borgesian paragraph, edited slightly from the version that will be published:

"Before he draws his last breath, he does not seek nor find the precise redemption that is expected of him. He has stumbled upon a greater revelation, one in which not only vindication for himself was possible but also a quiet, unheralded heroism."

Excerpt, "The Last Assassin"