#3 The Confessor of Littlefield: The Bisectional Narrator

This is part 3 of the novel The Confessor of Littlefield The Bi-Sectional Narrator   (Note: the narrator is Adam Umbrian, a 44 year old self employed illustrator who lives in a fictitious small town in the Great Lakes. He is trying too hard to write a novel. We never really learn too much about…

#2 The Confessor of Littlefield, (Building the Homunculus)

This is serial number 2 of the novel The Confessor of Littlefield. Thanks to all of the intellectuals who have ever held high talk with me, both teachers and pedestrians. We help conceive each other amidst all the traffic noise. It is you who have helped me conceive this story. This excerpt has more poetry…

The Confessor of Littlefield

The Confessor of Littlefield by R.J. Hoffman My language creates itself. It is reason. My intellect controls through my will but it gives into mood. All circumstances are circumscribed by my emotions. Yet, the existential coincidences that bind me to Being contain the ingredients of my own catharsis. The internal person seeks association with others,…

#35 The Confessor of Littlefield: The One Who Taught You Everything

If it weren’t for the devastating attacks on Christian prejudice by so many of Virgie’s friends Bill would’ve been tempted over the years to succumb to the admonishing Calvinist Christ of the Dymes or the sheer Lutheran faith of Rita Hapflik. The community he had known as a child in the 1940’s was mostly evangelical…

#34 The Confessor of Littlefield: Mellow

Mellow Bill’s horse was aging. Mellow was a chestnut quarter horse mare with a grumpy but affectionate disposition. Bill loved horses and through them found an outlet for his need to show tenderness. Mellow was about 5 years old when Dev first got her, a little more than a year after Bill went back to…

#33 The Confessor of Littlefield: Thought Made to Order

For twelve years Bill settled into routine. He watched television and read the newspaper, which he had delivered to him every day, and collected books from the local library sales. He often drew his own superheroes over the stories in the paper; an avenging angel causing a murderer to steer his car into a tree;…

#32 The Confessor of Littlefield: In the Footsteps of Our Fathers

Bill was called to the scene of an auto accident late one unseasonably warm December afternoon in 1968, and when he returned after dark around 6:30 PM the big garage door was still open. He knew that John had stayed up the night before with a couple of fellow veterans playing poker, drinking and smoking…

#31 The Confessor of Littlefield: Dark Spots in the All Seeing Eye

After coming home from the war, John continued to strip cars despite the colostomy bag he now tucked in a pouch on his waist. Race car drivers from the county race track flocked to the salvage yard when they heard John was back home. They would’ve kept John busy rebuilding gears, suspensions, engines and drive…

#30 The Confessor of Littlefield: Formative Associations

While John left for military service, Bill continued working for Hiram into the Fall of 1960. Hiram was voting for Kennedy, Rita was voting for Nixon. Bill didn’t like either, but would eagerly listen to Hiram refer to Rita as the woman with the “Republican cloth coat.” The future in “For the Future,” said Hiram,…

#29 The Confessor of Littlefield: In the Service of Little Men

John advanced in the army corps through three years and became a second lieutenant in an army guerrilla training unit in VietNam, until he was discharged in September of 1963. When John came back from the fighting he wasn’t quite right, his mother confided to her friends. He rarely talked, answering only when spoken to….