Released on = December 14, 2006, 4:10 pm

Press Release Author = A. Tripolino

Industry = Management

Press Release Summary = This is the story of where people go in times of extreme
stress, danger, guilt and shame to deal with the magnitude of the distasteful
situations they experience.

Press Release Body = The story strives to understand human nature, the things we do,
often inexplicably foolish and the all-encompassing question of why are we here? and
what is it all about? It is about the triumph of the human soul against great
adversity and forces beyond our control and suggests why God so readily forgives us
all our sins, both great and small. The story shows how destiny repeatedly throws a
spanner in the works of our lives and constantly tests us.

About the Author: A. Tripolino lives in Milton Keynes in the UK. His interest in
writing started with essays at his private schools, progressing to short stories and
then his first two novels.

Excerpt from the Book: The Void was nothingness itself: the straight line across
the circle and out through each side. The dead negative. It was still, so silent it
hummed, and was invisible. Lost in the space of time and in the time of space. It
was not occupied by matter, was a vacuum, a breach of surface and a disconnecting
expanse. Yet you sensed it was something; the presence of an incredibly overwhelming
and dead weight. You felt there was something there; not with your fingers, through
convention, but with your soul and your spirit and your primal self. It was a place
that would and could never manifest itself, yet you felt there were boundaries. A
black ball in a vast black space, such as with the mysteries of the darkened womb;
yet a caring and friendly darkness; comforting. A place strange to you now, but were
you to return, you would know it instantly. It would be so much a part of you. Its
dome sheltered you with the comfort of a hood on a rainy day. It was your friend and
your protector, your confidant and your mentor; and you would feel safe and totally
at home there. Unlike space, it was finite and a living entity; breathing, sensing
and aware of your presence. It crackled silently with Life. Knowledge mirrored.
Like walking into a darkened room; you could not see the furniture and other
obstacles, still you felt their presence, you felt the energy bouncing off them on
your moral radar and you knew that if you moved too quickly, you could bang into
something and hurt yourself or others; just as the Void's vibrations bounced back
onto you like an echo sounder on a boat. You respected its restraining properties.
And you didn't have to like something to respect it. Yet there was nothing about the
Void to dislike, unless you disliked yourself or were a darker entity than itself.
It seemed to bulge and grow, with threads of living consciousness
entwining within it, like silver and gold glitter in a woman's evening
dress, threading in and out everywhere ad infinitum. It was the
hibernating bear: living yet still. It was as blank and as stark as
virgin landscape or freshly produced paper: portrayed yet unmarked and
unanimated. It was as alive as any victim in a coma: living and
breathing, yet just lying there as inert and dead as a rock; like an old
rusting car in a scrap-yard, worn out, spent and useless; like Nothing.
Which is what it was. Yet, even nothing is something, by its very
nature.
As with a camera lens, it just pointed itself at you and 'existed,' showing no
prejudice, judgement, shock or surprise. Just staring back as blankly as a wall.
Whatever was put in front of it was accepted without question. Like committing a
gruesome murder in front of a manikin, with all its accompanying violence,
unpleasant gurgling noises and flurry of swift action; while getting no reaction out
of the dummy or the lens. To the Void, it was just as things were; as natural as a
tree in a field and all the sand in the desert. It was just there. Statement.
Platitude.
All is an entity in its own right. Life in its myriad forms; even the most scorned,
belittled and ignored; the limpet and the weed; the bacteria, micro-organisms and
germs. The repulsive: Cockroaches, bed-bugs, maggots, worms, anything slimy, bats
and rats.


FOR MORE INFO ABOUT THE BOOK, CONTACT:

D. Jewell (literary agent)
E-mail: darin@darinjewell.co.uk


A copy of THE BREAKS ALONG THE HARBOUR WALL can be ordered from Authorhouse at:

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Contact Details = D. Jewell (literary agent)
E-mail: darin@darinjewell.co.uk