What do you think of the final/death scene in my short novel. Its very John Fante-esque at times. But the whole thing is lighthearted and such. Never take myself too seriously as i know im not gonna write something thatll change the world a.k.a Catcher In The Rye. Its in the first person, was tough to write. Let me know!
"10 I CAN SEE IT NOW. “Young, talented writer Archie Bell was found dead of an apparent suicide Tuesday. He was found in the Guitar Eastern Motel with the script of his phenomenal book Trip To Cleveland placed upon his chest. It has sold 1 million copies in its first week on the shelves. Bell has already been compared to such prestigious authors as Ernest Hemingway and Walt Whitman.”
Trip To Cleveland feels heavy on my chest. It’s pushing me down, I’m slowly eroding in between the goddamn coffee and cigarette stained pillows on the bed. They’ll find me, and they’ll find my book, and I’ll find fame. All I need to do is pull the trigger. The trigger of this .44 Derringer. One click and its done. Two clicks later and it was done.
The blood is draining out of my face. I can feel my brain melting onto the bed. Man, what a mess they are going to have to clean up in the morning! Consciousness is passing; I can feel the dark specter of lifelessness slowly creeping. But it’s a sweet dark, the end. Down the old road to home, down the dark tunnel to fame. The life is draining out of my body as I demise in the Guitar Eastern Motel. What does it all mean; Jesus & Mary Chain and Lou Reed? One shot to the head, and let me tell you, it feels so good. It was the only thing to do.
Archie Bell’s works were never published
THE END
