How does a man or an artist express his deepest grief at what he has lost? How does he express his desperate disappointment at living? For a man, an artist, such as the reclusive G. Brandon Sisnett, it is by writing stories of death, decay, and resurrection such as these.
At first, these pages seem a random collection of stories, fragments, and miscellany, some previously published, many not; some long, others very oddly brief; some linked by obvious preoccupation with death, whereas others could not be farther apart in tone or content. Occasionally, scenes are echoed in other stories, but with slightly different outcomes. Inexplicably, a number of characters are based on those of other authors. And what of the recurrence of the word “Fairfield” either as city, state of mind, person, or idea? Is Fairfield the surname of an English doctor who treated Sisnett’s daughter before she died? The name of an obscure hospital in Botswana? Or perhaps the strange presage of Elysium?