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    Polly!: A Comic Novel of Hope and Blasphemy
    Polly!: A Comic Novel of Hope and Blasphemy
    Polly!: A Comic Novel of Hope and Blasphemy
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    Polly!: A Comic Novel of Hope and Blasphemy

    By Stephen Goldin

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    "Blasphemous...highly offensive"--and VERY funny.

    Herodotus Shapiro has had an unbelievably bad week. His wife left him. The IRS is after him for thousands of dollars. His home/bookstore burned down. On his way to take refuge at his brother's place he got a speeding ticket. And now his car has broken down in the middle of the desert in front of a large mansion. What more can go wrong?

    But now his world takes a turn for the weird. The mansion has a snowman on the front lawn--in the desert in July. The house, which is bigger on the inside than on the outside, is owned by Polly, the most preternaturally beautiful young woman he's ever met. Polly is an acrobat, a gourmet chef, a psychologist, an international financial consultant, a physicist and a woman of who-knows how many other incredible talents. She has an unbelievable library, an art collection of all the world's great masterpieces and a print of a previously unknown Marx Brothers film. Her toilet paper is actually silk.

    And she seems to have some mysterious plans for him....

    ***

    "All hands on Decalogue! A protagonist readers will find it easy to identify and empathize with, a classic journey story told with wit, wisdom and deceptive ease, and the most interesting guest star ever--what's not to like, here? Perhaps writers who attempt a book like Polly! wanna crack or two across the face for their audacity (to parrot conventional wisdom)--but not if they can manage to pull it off this entertainingly."

    --Spider Robinson, co-author of Variable Star by Robert A. Heinlein and Spider Robinson

    ***

    POLLY! is the proud recipient of the Awesome Indie Authors Medal of Approval and received a 5-star rating from Readers Favorite.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherParsina Press
    Release dateDec 23, 2010
    ISBN9781452469591
    Polly!: A Comic Novel of Hope and Blasphemy

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    • 4/5
      I found this short novella well written and engaging. I thought the characters were simple but appropriate for the length of the story. I liked the ideas explored and the vagueness I initially felt was quickly sorted by realising that was intentional. There is nothing too complex going on and don't look to make this a deeply complicated read as you will be disappointed. However if you are commuting or waiting in a room it is perfect.

      I would recommend this if you are "between books"
    • 4/5
      I find organized religion to be deeply offensive to what I *KNOW*. Polly, however, tickled my funnybone, with a deeply irreverent take on God not seen since Alanis Morrissette played god in the movie Dogma. This story was like reading one of those funny, feel-good stories you find in Guideposts magazine, only instead of scripture, this story is hilariously blasphemous to the teeny-tiny confines organized religion has tried to place around so vast a being as God.I can't tell you how many times I giggled as the protagonist (Herodotus ... or 'Hero') navigates his way out of personal tragedy into a Kafhaesque situation where you ask yourself if he died and went to heaven, hell, or some purgatory deeply reminiscent of the Twilight Zone. Polly is irrational and funny, and as she drags Hero in and out of various situations, it will lead you to a much more empowered viewpoint of the Dude Upstairs.If you are a religious person who believes that God truly makes wagers with the devil and tells people to go slit their son's throats to make burnt offerings, then is NOT the book for you.4 Perfect Points
    • 5/5
      Much funnier than The Shack, but with the same apparent basic idea: that God is bigger than the restrictions that people and religions try to confine him with.Herodotus Shapiro is at the end of his tether and out of ideas when he comes into contact with Polly who does many things and leaves him with a whole new perspective on his life and the realization that he is not the only one with problems, nor is God a Fairy Godfather.Thanks to LibraryThing Giveaways for the opportunity to read this short book.
    • 5/5
      Stephen Goldin is a gifted writer and in Polly! he spins a tale that is a page turner. The story offers a man, who is quite down on his life due to recent events that have happened involving different aspects of his life, a different way to look at and approach his life, life challenges, and humankind after a chance meeting with Polly. His chance meeting with Polly and the adventures and people she exposes him to results in many of life’s questions, some of which you may even have asked. Please read to see if some of your life questions are addressed, and the importance of people (and maybe you) doing kind deeds (mitzvahs), expecting nothing in return.

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    Polly! - Stephen Goldin

    WHAT OTHERS SAY ABOUT POLLY!

    Recipient of Awesome Indies' Badge of Approval

    Spider Robinson, co-author of Variable Star by Robert A. Heinlein and Spider Robinson: Perhaps writers who attempt a book like Polly! wanna crack or two across the face for their audacity (to parrot conventional wisdom)—but not if they can manage to pull it off this entertainingly.

    Bill Furlow, Great Books Under $5: Polly is a book aspiring writers should read just to study the craft. Goldin calls on everything he knows from the silly to the profound to create a story that starts out entertaining and winds up being thought-provoking.

    Red Haircrow, Flying With Red Haircrow: Fast moving, well-written, tongue-in-cheek dramatic comedy which was so representative of real-life in some aspects, it felt like coming home. I thoroughly enjoyed Polly!

    Caroline Cryonic, Adarna SF: Polly! is a quirky contemporary fantasy with a hopeful message... The pacing is smooth, there's never a dull moment, and it's always engaging and unpredictable.

    Joe Hempel, Top of the Heap Reviews: I didn't want this book to end. I felt that when I put this down, I lost a friend in Polly. I enjoyed my time with her so much, I stopped reading it, just so I had another day with her. So it seems that Polly not only touches the people written between the cover of the book, but also the people on the outside looking in. This book reaches the top twenty list for me, and comes highly, highly, HIGHLY, recommended by me.

    David Stockton, Rocky Mountain Reviews: The book is well-written and I did enjoy it... you may very well find you would have liked to spend more time with Polly when it's all over.

    POLLY!

    a novel by

    Stephen Goldin

    Published by Parsina Press at Smashwords

    Polly! Copyright 2008 by Stephen Goldin. All Rights Reserved.

    Cover design Copyright korhan hasim isik.

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    Table of Contents

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    About Stephen Goldin

    Other Books by Stephen Goldin

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    Dedicated to all the goddesses

    —past, present and future—

    who’ve wandered through my life

    Scene 1

    His own coughing woke him up.

    He didn’t even know why he was coughing at first, but then the smell penetrated his consciousness. Smoke. The air was thick with smoke. Hot, black smoke. Rolling past him in heavy, ominous waves.

    Then there was the sound. It was a roaring, like an oncoming train, only different. Maybe a hurricane or tornado, a rush of air so loud it was nearly deafening. At the same time, his ears hurt. Maybe a change in air pressure.

    Then he realized what the sound reminded him of: a roaring furnace, industrial size.

    Fire!

    His eyes shot all the way open, which was a big mistake. Immediately they were stinging and tears were pouring out. The smoke and soot made it almost impossible to see, and the coughing made it almost impossible to catch his breath.

    Fire, the worst possible nightmare for a bookstore owner, especially so when he lived in the upper floor above the store. He didn’t see any flames around him, so the fire must still be downstairs at the moment. Eating up all the inventory.

    Barbara! Wake up Barbara.

    Then he remembered. There was no Barbara to wake up. She’d left a couple days ago. There was just him.

    Part of his mind wondered why bother going on; just lie here and die and be done with it. But the part of his brain with an instinct for life won out.

    What was the advice they always gave about fires? Smoke rises. Crawl along the floor to avoid smoke inhalation. But was that still valid when the smoke was coming from the floor below him?

    He rolled out of bed onto his knees and started crawling. Then he stopped. Which way was the window? He couldn’t see anything. He knew which way his bed was oriented relative to the window, but his mental gears jammed. He suddenly couldn’t remember which way he’d rolled out of bed. Left or right? Was he moving toward the window or away from it?

    There was a smashing of glass in front of him. Good, he was headed in the right direction. A voice called out, Anyone in here?

    He tried to yell a response, but his throat was so choked with smoke all he could manage was some dry coughing.

    That was enough, though, for his would-be rescuer. I hear you. I’m coming.

    A moment later the firefighter grabbed his arm, lifted him gently to his feet and guided him to the window. There was a ladder outside. Think you can climb down? the rescuer asked. He nodded.

    Anyone else in here? was the next question.

    He shook his head. Just me, he said very hoarsely.

    There was another fireman on the ladder. The two rescuers helped him climb shakily to the ground. Suddenly he felt cold. Even though it was July, the night was chilly—plus, coming out of the superheated building, the contrast was even starker.

    Plus he was dressed only in his briefs. They were all he slept in, so they were all he had on. One of the firefighters saw him shivering, though, and instantly wrapped him in a blanket. Someone else fetched him a large, baggy sweatshirt and sweat pants, and he put those on. Someone else handed him some bottled water.

    He turned around to look at the fire. He watched it impassively as it burned. The flames were quite pretty, really, against the darkness of the night. Occasionally he took a sip of water, more from reflex than thirst.

    His entire life going up in smoke—at least, everything that hadn’t already gone up in smoke metaphorically earlier this week.

    He stood there as people bustled around him doing all sorts of frantic things—running with axes, pouring water on the blaze, keeping back the crowd. None of it really seemed to matter much; his mind had gone away. The sights, the sounds, the smells were all a kaleidoscope of sensation happening through the wrong end of a telescope. None of it was real. None of it affected him.

    A woman stopped by and talked to him briefly. She said she was from the Red Cross and asked whether he had a place to stay for the night. She gave him the card of a shelter that could take him in for a night or two while he got things together.

    The flames slowly died down. Someone told him the first floor was pretty much obliterated, while some things had been saved from the second: his wallet, a small chest of drawers with some clothes, his cell phone. Someone else told him a preliminary assessment looked like the fire had started in some faulty wiring. Nothing looked suspicious.

    At some point he must have gone to the shelter, although he didn’t remember it. He woke up there and walked dazedly out the door, down the street to an ATM machine, where he took out a little from his meager account so he could have breakfast. The food might as well have been cardboard; he chewed and swallowed it mechanically without even tasting it.

    The rest of the day passed in a similar fog. He collected the few clothes he could salvage and put them in a couple of plastic supermarket bags. He talked to his insurance agent, who gave professional condolences and reminded him that while much of the business contents had been insured, he didn’t have homeowners insurance to cover his personal losses. He left the agent’s office with a thick stack of paperwork to fill out and return at his earliest convenience.

    He spent that night at a cheap motel, and remembered nothing about the experience. By daylight, reality was slowly seeping back into the corners of his mind. He would have to do something about a place to stay; he didn’t have enough money to keep living in a motel. He had to gather things together, take stock of what resources he did have. Well, that wouldn’t take long. There wasn’t much left to take stock of.

    Where could he go? Well, his brother had a ranch in Nevada and was always inviting him to come for a visit. That would do, he supposed.

    He started to call a couple of times to warn his brother he was coming, and each time he hung up before he finished dialing. He couldn’t tell this story over the phone; he might break down completely and never move again. Better just go on and surprise his brother. Who knows? By the time he got there, he might even be able to make some sense of it all.

    He threw his few belongings into his Toyota and started his eastward drive.

    Scene 2

    The drive started out okay. Driving through the city streets and onto the freeway—simple enough to manage. The day was warm and the Corolla’s air conditioning was broken, but the 460 air conditioning—four windows open at 60 mph—helped make it bearable. The car didn’t have a CD player, but there was some good music, classic rock, on the radio. That was good, at least. As long as he was trying to remember the lyrics to sing along, he didn’t have to think about things he didn’t want to think about.

    It was early midmorning, commute hours. There was still a lot of traffic on the other side of the road, but almost none on his. He was going counter-commute, away from town. Nothing to slow him down.

    He transferred to another freeway, moving from four lanes on a side to two. What traffic there was was still on the other side, leaving him free to move. He leaned a little heavier on the gas pedal. The wind whipped by, almost drowning out the radio. He cranked up the volume.

    The road went eastward over the hills and down into California’s hot central valley. This was the place where only the foolhardy dared go in the summer without air conditioning. Well, the foolhardy or the desperate. He supposed he fit into one category or the other.

    With the hills now between him and the city, the radio station started to fade. Even cranking up the sound still further wasn’t working—there was more static than music. He started pressing the Seek button to look for something else. He discarded a couple of talk show stations—one sports, the other some fatuous commentator bent on stirring up the listeners’ anger—and a Spanish language station. He tried switching to FM, but there was almost no reception for that at all, so he went back to AM and eventually found a music station that played a range from oldies to classic rock. Listenable, if a bit mild for his mood.

    The temperature was climbing rapidly, now. The wind going by was just as hot as the air inside the car, and he was starting to sweat. He pulled into a gas station, filled the tank and bought a pack of water bottles. They ought to keep him going for a while.

    He drank the first bottle in half an hour, and it was sweating out of him almost as fast as he could put it in. He opened the second bottle and poured some of it over his head. That seemed to bring the temperature down a bit more into the bearable range.

    After forty miles of this, he branched off onto a two-lane highway. There was virtually no traffic here, and he had the road to himself. He checked his watch: Ten-thirty. He was making decent time. If he kept up this pace he might even make it

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