Creamsicle Blue - Softcover

Mike DeCapite

4.44

34 ratings by Goodreads

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0966659252 ISBN 13: 9780966659252

Publisher: Sparkle Street Books, 2012

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Mini-novel? Manifesto? Creamsicle Blue finds Mike DeCapite walking around New York City and thinking about love and time and death, while trying to isolate and quantify life's elusive substance.

I'm excited about this form. Creamsicle Blue is as close as I've gotten to the kind of thing I've always wanted to do.
Mike DeCapite

From the book:

Overnight the year turns rainy cold. I've been waking up early. Four o'clock, three. I'm restless with the season. A change of season wakes me up to myself. I do a little writing. Half an hour. I want to get in and get out. What's the hurry? I've got something to do at this hour? Today I catch myself just sitting here in the dark, listening to the ongoing, whispered language of winter, primally familiar as though I've got my ear to a shell. Or maybe it's the BQE out the open window. Maybe now the season's changed, I can screw a cap on this thing I've been trying to write for months and even years . . .

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About the Author:

Mike DeCapite is the author of the novel Through the Windshield (Sparkle Street Books, 1998) and the chapbook Sitting Pretty (CUZ Editions, 1999; reprinted in The Italian American Reader (Wm. Morrow, 2003/HarperCollins, 2005). His work has appeared most recently in Sensitive Skin. DeCapite lives in New York City. More about him can be found at sparklestreet.com.

Review:

Creamsicle Blue is a spectacular piece of writing. I received Creamsicle Blue in the mail on Friday. Soon after I hung up my coat . . . I opened the chapbook, printed handsomely with a letterpress cover. . . . I was drawn in immediately, and didn t put it down until I finished. DeCapite writes about the end of a troubled relationship, and about the end of his father s life; but more than either, he attempts to write the abyss left (or revealed) by those endings. These losses leave him awake in the middle of the night, literally and figuratively. . . . This chapbook may be the essence of the small press, to my mind. . . . It s not quite an essay, though I think it does some of the mental work that essays do. It doesn t have quite the shape of a story, though it may have the scope of a novel; and I don t think it s what people call Creative Nonfiction, though that genre might choose to claim it. If I decided to call it anything, I might call it a writer s meditation. Following the uncharted, DeCapite forges a path found only by writing in the quietest moments, by paying attention to the silences in between words and events, and by walking around his city, struggling with the unsayable. --Karen Lillis @ Karen the Small Press Librarian

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