Remington and the Mysterious Fedora is a quirky fantasy novel with a twist.
In the back of a strange used goods store, Josh finds an old, manual Remington typewriter and a fedora with some very mysterious powers. As Josh embarks on his first novel writing adventure, he finds that his new hat has its own story to tell – of a time before history began – and is quite demanding of Josh’s attention. As the story consumes him, Josh’s life begins to unravel, and he soon finds he is unable to separate himself from the hat and the story. In the end Josh is left with more questions than answers…both about the story and his own life.
::“Why not take your time and look around. You never know what treasures you might find.”
::Josh turned around. “Is there any organization to this stuff?”
::“Just start looking,” the old man said with a shrug. “Isn’t the best part of a journey, the journey itself? Look, discover, take pleasure in the search.” The man waved to his right. “This room I call old, the next room I call older, and you can guess what I call the last room, he finished with a phlegmatic coughing, not bothering to cover his mouth...::...what Josh saw was a square lump of metal with a keyboard…if he hadn’t seen one in a photo once he would never have guessed it was a typewriter.
- Trim Size: 5.5 x 8.5 U.S. Trade Paper
- Page Count: 255
- ISBN: 986560811
- ISBN-13: 978098650811
- Suggested Retail Price $11.99
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I grew up listening to my grandfather, an Ozark Mountain story teller, spinning tales of the caves on his farm, describing them as hiding places once used by Jesse & Frank James’ gang. It didn’t matter if the stories were true or not. Those legends set fire to my imagination, creating images that emerged slowly over the years, finally igniting as my short stories and novels.
Now, thirty-plus short stories and three novels later, ideas keep coming, with novel number four well underway. Do they share anything in common? Each has its own unique voice and tale to tell, some in the old style and some in the flavors of Chunky Monkey and Marshmallow-Cherry swirl. Yet, at their heart, my stories tell a tale of the human condition – the good, the bad and the ugly.
My literary roots, planted in the American Midwest, thrived when transplanted – over thirty-nine years ago – to the rich, cultural soil of Ontario. Warmed by a Florida sun, I now divide my winters between Port St. Lucie and Port St. Joe. Those roots have grown to become the life I’ve always dreamed of having: writer, dreamer and storyteller. Who could ask for more?