{"id":260815,"date":"2026-07-13T17:55:42","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:55:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fourteen-stories-none-of-them-are-yours-luke-b-goebel\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:55:42","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:55:42","slug":"fourteen-stories-none-of-them-are-yours-luke-b-goebel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fourteen-stories-none-of-them-are-yours-luke-b-goebel\/","title":{"rendered":"Fourteen Stories None Of Them Are Yours – Luke B Goebel"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I have gotten tired of myself. (You\u2019re go- ing to miss me! I swear I\u2019m not coming back for a good while. You\u2019re going to miss old Yours Truly out there all alone for a long time. Without Yours Truly with whom to talk.) I have an old RV on the road home, and Julie is hundreds of women that weren\u2019t for me, and I was hundreds of men that weren\u2019t for her. I have this and that.<\/p>\n

A life of highs and lows of mania. Night and fear. A great land that is going away but still has a chance. => = = = = a aac at LSS irae eS ae Sak Geactk alata > to Pe Cais ara ge . ) War 9 a * ot thets be wh \n

Three fingers and a crust of dead stump, but what was there, there was plenty for a boy needing to become a man in the West. No, not boy, but the Kid; the real Apache man with the half hand called him Kid, though Kid\u2019s name it was not yet.<\/p>\n

Not earned, and not three fingers but two old fingers and a half thumb was that hand. The rest missing, the bones cleaved, or fallen off, or what exactly did a Kid say once rattlesnake injected poison so long ago, that the rest of the hand was stolen off the old Apache man forever?<\/p>\n

What mattered was the desert, the call to count, and above all full lore of the West, Kid might get hold of and keep! If you could mount up and count, if you could beat that Apache who sent the guts out of you, once, you, Kid thought, meaning him, he, might count and have guts once and for the rest of his life might have them, and here he was at a desert ranch, horseracing the man with the half hand halved from rattlesnake hunting barehanded.<\/p>\n

Kid was called to ride and count against the old Apache who the Kid called Corporal. All morning Kid had been going wrong, Out for guts with no guts. His horse a thing he forgets and should not forget. His speed, his gripping crop, his wheat- ed mane in the dust. Sun of the desert\u2019s red and blonde. Sage, shadow of salt scrub, chaparral\u2014racing through the cholla, saguaro, barrel and yucca and dust.<\/p>\n

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Praise for Fourteen Stories, None of Them Are Yours \u201cAbout twenty pages into Luke B. Goebel\u2019s Fourteen Stores, None of Them Are Yours, I realized I was reading with one hand holding my forehead and one balled at my waist, kind of clenched and gazing down into the paper, like a man soon to be converged upon. Goebel\u2019s testimony comes on like that: engrossing, fanatical, full of private grief, and yet, at the same time, charismatic, tender, and intrepid, aglow with more spirit than most Americans have the right to wield.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2014Blake Butler, author of Nothing and Scorch Adlas \u201cT\u2019m in love with language again, because Luke B. Goebel is not afraid to take us back through the gullet of loss into the chaos of words. Someone burns a manuscript in Texas; someone\u2019s speed sets a life on fire; a heart is beaten nearly to death, the road itself is the trip, a man is decreated back to his animal past\u2014better, beyond ego, beautiful, and look: there\u2019s an American dreamscape left.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a reason to go on.\u201d \u2014Lidia Yuknavitch, author of Lzbertys Excess and Dora: A Headcase \u201cLuke may be one of the last few geniuses we have left in this life. I mean that. He\u2019s a good boy with a lot of pain in his heart.\u201d \u2014Scott McClanahan, author of Crapalachia and Hill William \u201cThe protagonist of Fourteen Stories, None of Them Are Yours doesn\u2019t make it easy for us, channeling as he does Barry Hannah and Denis Johnson by way of Rick Bass and Dennis Hopper, and self- presenting as yet another damaged romantic who thinks it\u2019s always time to play the cowboy, skating in and out of sense.<\/p>\n

He can\u2019t see right, and he\u2019s haunted by nearly everything, He\u2019s trying to open up or shut himself down or at least get a hold of himself. He\u2019s trying to make do with what he\u2019s done, while he reminds us that we\u2019te all, one way or another, in that position.\u201d \u2014Jim Shepard, National Book Award finalist and author of the short story collections You Think That\u2019s Bad and Like Youd Understand, Anyway 3 0036 01193 4880 FOUKT EEN STOKTES, NONE OF THEM ARE VOCS a novel LUKE B.<\/p>\n

GOEBEL FQ TUSCALOOSA Copyright \u00a9 2014 by Luke B. Goebel The University of Alabama Press Tuscaloosa, Alabama 35487-0380 All rights reserved Manufactured in the United States of America FC2 is an imprint of The University of Alabama Press Book Design: Illinois State University\u2019s English Department’s Publications Unit; Codirectors: Steve Halle and Jane L.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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