The next old novel of mine that I plan to re-release, Vector, is also one of my all-time favorites, because it’s just so fucking bizarre. It’s difficult to really explain what it’s about because much of what goes on the first half seems to defy explanation, and much of the rest bounces back and forth between historical flashbacks and an increasingly confused present.
Essentially, Vector is the story of a college professor named Victor Hayes, whose life abruptly goes haywire one day when his fantasies suddenly start taking life. A girl in his class, who’s shown no interest in him whatsoever, suddenly becomes obsessed with him. Impossible things begin happening: his cat starts talking to him, his class erupts into an orgy one afternoon, yet no one else notices anything unusual. Worse, the fantasies start and stop without warning, afterwards reverting to his normal life as if nothing has happened.
I can’t say much more than that without creating spoilers, but I can tell you that Vector wraps together Abraham Lincoln, Leonardo da Vinci, Bill Buckner and the 1986 World Series, the First Crusade and the sack of Jerusalem, Judas Iscariot (who proves to be not at all what everyone thinks he was), and a whole lot else, with enough hot sex to short out your iPad. How, you might ask? Well, unless you read it the first time, you’ll just have to wait until I get Vector and everything else ready to go in a few weeks.