Heuer
Lost And Found
Unapologetic
Lives
Book
1
A.
B. Funkhauser
Genre: Adult,
Contemporary, Fiction, Metaphysical,
Paranormal, Dark Humor
Publisher:
Solstice Publishing
Date of
Publication: April 23, 2015
Number of pages: 237
Word Count: 66,235
Formats
available: Electronic, Paper Back
Cover Artist:
Michelle Crocker
Book
Description:
Unrepentant cooze hound lawyer Jürgen Heuer dies suddenly and unexpectedly in his litter-strewn home. Undiscovered, he rages against god, Nazis, deep fryers and analogous women who disappoint him.
Unrepentant cooze hound lawyer Jürgen Heuer dies suddenly and unexpectedly in his litter-strewn home. Undiscovered, he rages against god, Nazis, deep fryers and analogous women who disappoint him.
At last found,
he is delivered to Weibigand Brothers Funeral Home, a ramshackle establishment
peopled with above average eccentrics, including boozy Enid, a former girl
friend with serious denial issues. With her help and the help of a wise
cracking spirit guide, Heuer will try to move on to the next plane. But before
he can do this, he must endure an inept embalming, feral whispers, and Enid’s
flawed recollections of their murky past.
Excerpt
Enid
Krause nee Engler had made her way down to the embalming room where he lay
waiting for her. She paused on her way to dither over some emails and, he noted
with approval, to check out Kijiji for vintage GTO’s. Next, she mucked about
with the coffee maker, juicing up her brew with two bags of pre-packaged
Columbian. This, he noted wryly, was not the wisest thing to do when one’s
hands were already shaky. It was apparent to him that she liked her booze as
much as he did, and if she were to play around with sharp things, she stood a
good chance of facing him sooner, rather than later.
“It
is here that you must speak to her,” the lamp intruded, muddling his thoughts
and destroying his pleasure. He did not like this popping in and out at will
inside his head. He hoped her powers were limited to audiences in the basement,
but not so—she was a body trapped in a house she did not choose, yet her spirit
travelled, permeating the mind at will. “If you want to move on, it must be so.
Put things right, mein Schön.”
He
frowned at her use of ‘Schön.’ It was his term of endearment, yet she took it
for her own, as if her right to trample him escheated once he agreed to do her
bidding.
Make
amends. Sure. The Holy Moly Book of Hooey said so, but to which place would he
go thereafter? The land of milk and honey, where everyone ran around in bed
sheets? Or the other place, where no amount of sunscreen would help? “Neither,”
the lamp said confidently, her words ironic, because she was a lamp and
obviously hadn’t been anywhere. “To your purpose,” she said, twisting him in
the direction of Enid, who muttered under her breath as she fumbled with her
earrings.
He
grinned, longing to see what she would do next: Fraulein Engler was obviously
struggling over his dramatic return, and for good reason. They had not parted
on the best of terms. She wept sentimentally in the coroner’s suite—woman’s
tears—much to her colleague’s chagrin, and now she was dragging her feet like a
shotgun bride. Walking alongside her, he thought about theatres and floorboards
and actors moving from mark to mark, their steps mapped out strategically on
the floor with sticky tape. “This is why people spend so much time and money on
make believe, Mächen,” he said. “It’s so much better to watch.”
Enid
managed to get past the door that separated the O.R. from Weibigand’s outer
hall, where she was greeted by the buzz and hum of a big fan that would keep
his stink off of her. He concentrated on the noisy traffic that was her brain:
like car tires spinning, rubber burning, a lonely heart hammering, and an
incomprehensible fear. He was in despicable shape and it would take every ounce
of skill to bring him to heel.
About the Author
A.B. Funkhauser is a funeral director, fiction writer and wildlife enthusiast living in Ontario, Canada. Like most funeral directors, she is governed by a strong sense of altruism fueled by the belief that life chooses us and we not it.
“Were it not for the calling, I would have just as likely remained an office assistant shuffling files around, and would have been happy doing so.”
Life had another plan. After a long day at the funeral home in the waning months of winter 2010, she looked down the long hall joining the director’s office to the back door leading three steps up and out into the parking lot. At that moment a thought occurred: What if a slightly life-challenged mortician tripped over her man shoes and landed squarely on her posterior, only to learn that someone she once knew and cared about had died, and that she was next on the staff roster to care for his remains?
Like funeral directing, the writing called, and four years and several drafts later, Heuer Lost and Found was born.
What’s a Heuer? Beyond a word rhyming with “lawyer,” Heuer the lawyer is a man conflicted. Complex, layered, and very dead, he counts on the ministrations of the funeral director to set him free. A labor of love and a quintessential muse, Heuer has gone on to inspire four other full length works and over a dozen short stories.
“To my husband John and my children Adam and Melina, I owe thanks for the encouragement, the support, and the belief that what I was doing was as important as anything I’ve tackled before at work or in art.”
Funkhauser is currently working on a new manuscript begun in November during NaNoWriMo 2014.
A.B. Funkhauser is a funeral director, fiction writer and wildlife enthusiast living in Ontario, Canada. Like most funeral directors, she is governed by a strong sense of altruism fueled by the belief that life chooses us and we not it.
“Were it not for the calling, I would have just as likely remained an office assistant shuffling files around, and would have been happy doing so.”
Life had another plan. After a long day at the funeral home in the waning months of winter 2010, she looked down the long hall joining the director’s office to the back door leading three steps up and out into the parking lot. At that moment a thought occurred: What if a slightly life-challenged mortician tripped over her man shoes and landed squarely on her posterior, only to learn that someone she once knew and cared about had died, and that she was next on the staff roster to care for his remains?
Like funeral directing, the writing called, and four years and several drafts later, Heuer Lost and Found was born.
What’s a Heuer? Beyond a word rhyming with “lawyer,” Heuer the lawyer is a man conflicted. Complex, layered, and very dead, he counts on the ministrations of the funeral director to set him free. A labor of love and a quintessential muse, Heuer has gone on to inspire four other full length works and over a dozen short stories.
“To my husband John and my children Adam and Melina, I owe thanks for the encouragement, the support, and the belief that what I was doing was as important as anything I’ve tackled before at work or in art.”
Funkhauser is currently working on a new manuscript begun in November during NaNoWriMo 2014.
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ReplyDeleteI love the excerpt, it sounds like a great story, my kind of book :)
ReplyDeleteI love the excerpt and the trailer. I'm adding Heuer Lost And Found to my TBR list..looking forward to reading it!
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