A Man Named Thaddeus Williams
Fiction by Tamar Jacobs
Tamar Jacobs / Neon Hemlock Press
I love discovering authors whose writing resonates with me for whatever reason. Tamar Jacobs is definitely one of them.
“…and Bernard would stand transfixed at his little kitchen counter listening, and then the man would say something particularly emphatic, Bernard could barely catch what he was talking about, catch the meaning of it, divorced from context the way he’d flipped on the switch in the middle of the story, the sentence, and he would stand listening at the kitchen counter before turning the dial back to his station…”