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Mad genius on display - words that invoke rich imagery and use of imagination converge to take on daunting survival topics within the truth.

Synopsis

Get comfortable. FONDLY, BOB is a memoir that dives into dreaming and death, Jungian thought, good and evil, homelessness, and a 22,000-mile odyssey of escaping a "perfect match," then skidding into a bizarre courtroom, still reeking of smoke and steam. Re-visit Othello’s projections, Dulcinea’s innocence, and Iago’s evil, through Stephenson’s droll narrative. Like Bob, it’s all somewhat incongruous, but it all works. Flashbacks and next challenges, domestic violence and religious fervor blend into this true 18-month ride with Abigail, her Scotty pup who became a respectable Alaskan boat dog. This is storytelling that wades into the floodwaters of seductive projections that lurk under the surface of instant, digital relationships. Test your mettle against Lyme’s disease, religious fervor, and escape. Early draft comments included, “can’t put it down,” “should be a movie,” and feelings at the end of “having lost a friend.” Pack for a fast ride, stormy weather, fire trucks, and maybe a few chuckles. Deemed an inspirational and self-helpful finalist by the Storybook Trade Awards judges and “Best Debut, Non-Fiction for 2024, Memoirs” it’s a piece perhaps worthy of your curiosity, especially if you're a bad example too.

Due to its unique nature, this book's rating was a tug-of-war between three and four stars. On the one hand, the author has an amazing way with words, but on the other hand, the words sometimes run amuck, and the reader cannot always track them at first glance.


This book deserves dedicated time. Read slowly to absorb the genius behind the sentiments shared fully. If sped through, you won't fully grasp what's said, but with time given, you can adequately dissect. This book is a layered read. A book in which an English teacher might assign and ask the students, on page _, paragraph _, what do you think the author was trying to convey to you as the reader? What's the meaning behind the words? What's the more significant story at play?


This book can be confusing, disjointed, hard to follow, and repetitive in parts, yet it's a journey towards freedom. Journeys away from abusive situations are confusing, disjointed, and hard to navigate. Lessons are repeatedly learned, but liberty can ultimately be attained. This book is to be studied, gems taken from, hope, and inspiration found for those locked up in hard places who wish to leave. It's not a one-size-fits-all. Each person's stories are always different, even within similarities; however, you can gather gumption and courage when you see other people share stories of survival, knowing you are up against extreme odds not stacked in your favor; but, who said odds need to be in your favor to come out the victor in the end? As a reminder, forgiveness doesn't equate to acceptance. Forgiveness is merely another form of walking away and leaving the past in the past.


Due to specific subjects that became mainstays in this author's narrative, such as her ex's secrets hidden underneath the truth of the Truth he so passionately espoused, I could not grant more than four stars for this read. However, this book could become a five-star read with a bit of polish and less repetition. This book is filled with truths not often shared and done so in what I have come to describe as mad genius at work - a unique take on a life lived for the betterment of this author's own with grit, determination, a dog by her side giving her life permanence, meaning, and a reason to continue onward against all the ick of ills that rallied against her and led her to a life of beauty from which she lives out of today.


As a woman living in Juneau, Alaska, fleeing a domestic violence situation myself, I felt a special kinship with this author while reading her words. I have spent eight years in Juneau specifically. Ten in Alaska total. When compared to the author's twenty-five years in Juneau, my years are short; however, knowing of the tides and the harbors and the raptors, ravens, and gulls, a shared lived experience emerges that creates a bond between reader and writer that I could not overlook nor not fail to mention. For authenticity like none other you have ever read, this book is recommended - quirky, radically artistic, wholly unique, and individualistic, there is nothing to compare it to!



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Synopsis

Get comfortable. FONDLY, BOB is a memoir that dives into dreaming and death, Jungian thought, good and evil, homelessness, and a 22,000-mile odyssey of escaping a "perfect match," then skidding into a bizarre courtroom, still reeking of smoke and steam. Re-visit Othello’s projections, Dulcinea’s innocence, and Iago’s evil, through Stephenson’s droll narrative. Like Bob, it’s all somewhat incongruous, but it all works. Flashbacks and next challenges, domestic violence and religious fervor blend into this true 18-month ride with Abigail, her Scotty pup who became a respectable Alaskan boat dog. This is storytelling that wades into the floodwaters of seductive projections that lurk under the surface of instant, digital relationships. Test your mettle against Lyme’s disease, religious fervor, and escape. Early draft comments included, “can’t put it down,” “should be a movie,” and feelings at the end of “having lost a friend.” Pack for a fast ride, stormy weather, fire trucks, and maybe a few chuckles. Deemed an inspirational and self-helpful finalist by the Storybook Trade Awards judges and “Best Debut, Non-Fiction for 2024, Memoirs” it’s a piece perhaps worthy of your curiosity, especially if you're a bad example too.

Part I: Fondly, Bob

I am a pretty decent bad example and this is my pretty bad story. Your bad story might be better. I know that and I hope not.


I could say this is my worst bad story, but it isn’t. I have longer ones. However, If you need a bad story right now to make you feel better, this one might help. It’s short.


Sure, I’ve been there. Locked out of my house, sitting on my porch near a bare bulb, white moths soaring around my head like a flock of gulls lifting off a warm beach. You might not believe this right now, but bad examples learn to laugh at themselves. Laughter doesn’t need age, just time.


I advise people, based on my experience, to be consistent, focused, and patient if you are going through a bad story. Intention is no excuse. Intention is like laundry you meant to wash. Life happened, now you’re wearing laundry.


How long until a bad story ends?


In my experience, the only thing that keeps longer than a bad story is old bones. Some people keep old bones in their cellars, maybe yours too. Collectors might display entire skeletons like art. Old bones shouldn’t matter, but they do. I advise remembering where you buried yours because you might need to dig them up.


Bad examples need to know this stuff. Broken bones and state spoons attract collectors. If someone has been dusting yours for decades, just leave the gallery. Indifference is power. Besides, the bigger the bone pile, the better the bad example.


Easterns say “pain is the swiftest steed that bears us to perfection.” My story is about me on my steed riding fast, old bones I buried and forgot, new pain I couldn’t ignore, and evil. It’s also about projection, evil’s rogue cousin. Projection slipped unnoticed into my reason, reality, what should have been obvious, what I wanted not to know, what I should have known but didn’t, and thought I did. Projection was a huge problem because when I caught it, I didn’t know I had it.


Projection is huge because it moves through whole crowds like that, like they know something. But drats, it’s just projection. Projections populate willing minds and unsuspecting bystanders like they shared a womb somewhere together recently or a long time ago.


We’ll get to that later.

Susan Dorabelle Stephenson
Susan Dorabelle Stephenson shared an update on FONDLY, BOB3 months ago
3 months ago
Happy to report that I finally got a review on "FONDLY, BOB," my memoir. "MAD GENIUS" was the review title. It doesn't get better than that, to have a work called a "mad genius." What's left to be said? Ms. Jennie Louwes's deep dive into the piece is compelling. I enjoyed reading about my book through the very practiced lens of a professional. I already said it! It doesn't get better than to be call "mad genius."

1 Comment

Susan Dorabelle StephensonJennie, Thank you for your candid review. I thoroughly enjoyed it! I did establish in FONDLY that I am a bad example. Your review reflects my authenticity and generously forgives me when I wander off the supposed direction I was hacking through my jungle. I GIVE YOU SIX STARS! I also give you my gratitude. Thank you for investing your obvious experience in my work. S.
3 months ago
About the author

Stephenson left her California birthplace for many years in Alaska. She is a photographer, writer, who now lives in a century-old mansion in a tiny Kansas town. Storytelling is her passion, whether producing YouTube features or writing about what universally matters most to each of us: life! view profile

Published on May 22, 2024

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Genre:Biographies & Memoirs

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