As the Ginseng Cools

I was sure that when that glass shattered that was the end of it. I mean, I was perfectly resigned to the fact that vitro-vaginas were fragile, perhaps too vulnerable and short-lived, meant for quick statements only. Lena stood tall, beaming a mystical all-knowing aura, “Come inside …” Elaine Lightningbolt’s debut work, As the Ginseng Cools, breaks new ground in the genre of the New Age Pulp Novella. Musk drives her gold Buick across the prairie, Joseph Sandalwood fi nds himself at a chaotic art opening at the Thomas Center, bands play on the plaza, and somewhere in this work of regional fiction we must choose where the truth lies.