http://www.thomasgibney.com The online organic novel by Thomas Denis Gibney http://www.thomasgibney.com http://www.thomasgibney.com/images/favicon.ico 120 120 http://www.thomasgibney.com/the_visit.html They say so many American adults take antidepressants for a mood disorder or a neurosis that you can find trace elements of SSRIs in the drinking waters of every major U.S. city. 2014-7-19 http://www.thomasgibney.com/peninsula.html You never think you're one of those people whose idea of death involves jumping from a roof, but then again you've been known to surprise yourself. 2014-1-20 http://www.thomasgibney.com/fifty_ways_to_love_and_lose.html A recovering pornographer turned film critic. A lonely police officer, who falls in love with the favored call girl of a Sheung Wan gangster. She, the runaway beauty plagued by a broken heart—who resolves to sleep with every man she meets before her boss can hunt her down. 2013-08-10 http://www.thomasgibney.com/go_ask_alice.html Sometimes, when it's late at night, I get the bright idea to stash my clothes behind an oleander and go swimming in the ocean. 2013-08-10 http://www.thomasgibney.com/the_last_good_thing.html Carolyn didn't always want to live on a commune. She grew up in a big house, with a big yard full of big, leafy trees, and big cars that she would loaf in the back of while she watched the big-chested trees blow by. When she thought of the times her father was around, she remembered how he looked from the backseat—his crazed, slanting jaw, his manic, apricot ears, his tweed taxi cap, his wiry hair sprouting beneath it. It was harder to love someone who was always around, Carolyn learned. All that exposure to the person's shortcomings, etc. It was much easier to long after a ghost. 2012-07-11 http://www.thomasgibney.com/the_ghost_of_lawrence_tabers_prince.html He whipped around to where the voice had come from. The heavy man and his table were tucked in a crook of shadows. A nearby lamp threw an oblique light on the side of his face. He seemed the apparition of a Civil War dead. 2011-12-23 http://www.thomasgibney.com/i_didnt_wanna_go_to_heaven_anyway.html It's not like he was a prolific bullshitter by nature; plagiarizing just came easy to him. People thought he was good at it. And they would rather pay him to bullshit than expend the mental energy involved in coming up with an answer for themselves. 2011-12-23 http://www.thomasgibney.com/a_where_are_they_now_montage.html A Where Are They Now montage of the Dunn-Prince family might go something like this: slow pan across a dappled quadrangle, whitely crusted with frost. Sun breaking onto veined ivy, dreadlocks of it, scaling a red-brick building—where we now approach a gothic half-oval window, the muddled quality of the glass dissolving as our perspective osmotically insinuates itself to the other side, settling on a tall, assertive woman with hair like burnt agave nectar... 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/soliloquy_jack_dunn.html You're in a car. You're in command. Your hand is on the steering wheel. The fields are blowing before you. 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/pedros_obsession_with_his_books_of_pugilism.html He read about Vermelho's conquests in the Hindquarters; the esoteric Flying Sand style of the Brothers Du; the seedy underworld of smugglers, gauchos, and vigilantes who haunted the border region of Brazil Self-Governing Principate and the Republic Formerly Known as Argentina; 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/junk_in_the_trunk.html The last time Kaylee Prince ever saw anyone about a disability or a deficiency was the ninth of November, 2010, inside a taupe, taupe room staged with a surfeit of Mirós, a ticket in her hand. "Is this how this works?" 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/the_leaks.html She was the kind of mother who let you watch R-rated movies at indefensible ages. She was culturally Catholic—though non-proselyte—and protested few of Catholicism's tenets. She was more of a lunch-line Catholic, Jacquelyn was, picking and choosing which tenets to go with [see Kaylee, a squeaky three years old, chewing a slimy white balloon she found in Mommy's and Daddy's bedside wastebasket]. Those that she did choose, she clung to with Vatican zeal. All Angelica's and John's friends liked her (Mary Louisa was probably reading at the given time). She was the kind of hip, religiously-adherent and community-respected mother who could sashay with a rosary and crucifix in the a.m. and tear donuts through a cul-de-sac in the penguinine minivan come midnight, to the mouthwatering of eighth-grade John's friends, riding in the back, hootin' and hollerin' about how cool Mrs. P was and not minding at all that she used words like "hip". She was known to take a charitable position toward the Jews. 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/the_incidents_an_optional_appendix.html "—I'll be perfectly honest with you, Vicky, I'm not too sure I'm comfortable with what this book is trying to say." 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/the_token_forbidden_fruit.html The only computer at the house of 6364 Beersheba Dr. is a prototypal i-Cloud Port, one of the first models to enjoy warm but not yet hegemonic commercial success. It was gifted to Jack Dunn upon the successful completion of an ad campaign that led to what essentially may be called a market takeover. Jack at the time already had an i-Port. His thirty-one-year-old sister-in-law, a newlywed and professed societal nonconformist, who had settled in Florida on the pretense of love, did not. 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/the_ice_skating_rink.html If you could fuck on a skating rink, would you do it? What? It's a simple question. Don't you have any fantasies? Yeah, only they don't involve lying naked on a sheet of ice. 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/the_drive_and_the_catch.html In this way, in a quiet loathing kind of way, he began to slowly fall into the sport of rowing. 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/radical_maoist_techno.html What to say about Sarasota, FL, where the kitschy and the serene live side by side? 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/blinking_red_and_green_leds.html Somewhere after the dawn of that New Year, after that 2006 of trellised hours and empty open engagements with the future, Paraná got his scalp shaved by a book. 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/web_based_spanish_language.html Jacquelyn bit her lip and hung by the door. The brand new Brooklyn apartment lacked the cozy envelopingness of their two-story red-brick in Nashville, and she'd well in advance formed the expectation for such before they moved here. 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/pigs_don't_fly.html Was it just that Xavier Levi-Chaban harbored an especially cobwebbed conscience, or had years of indoctrination achieved the opposite of the desired effect: not strengthening his Catholic with a capital C resolve, but actually strangling it to death, all but precipitating his moral swan dive into depravity? No, his life now was guided or misguided—call it what you want—by impulses more self-serving than even those declared in the name of Religion. 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/the_convalescence.html The house occupies an auspicious corner of Amish green, tucked behind a Bi-Rite drive-thru pharmacy and a place called the Mermaid Motel with the sclerotic look of a disused saloon. 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/the_incidents.html Inspector Tony Yau Chan found Leila Yu Chau in a decrepit room on Sai Kee Wan, pinwheeled in coitus beneath a pruning cadaver. 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/the_manuscripts.html Manuscript no. 2649 was received by The Sour Alligator's online submission manager at eleven forty-nine and forty-eight seconds, p.m., on February 28, 2010. 2010-11-18 http://www.thomasgibney.com/the_portal.html The Camel & the Eye of the Needle - An organic novel in three parts. Read it from the beginning. 2010-11-18 thomasgibney@gmail.com