George Guillemin

Where You Brought Me George Guillemin

One night, storytelling got the storyteller what he wanted, when the listener liked the way he told his story and let him take her home, Scheherazade in reverse. It was not a saucy story, just a reminiscence, and it's not in this book. Another time he wrote a spoof that was meant to parody the style of a writer he admired, and it made the writer laugh and ask him out for coffee. That piece is included, but it may not mean anything to you unless you read the other writer. And once, the storyteller promised a tale to a girl who had just been ditched, as a consolation of sorts, and she liked the gesture and the tale, but that was it. Some of the author's early pieces are crude and crass and had better been left out perhaps, but a teacher friend of his likes them so much he reads them to his students after class. Many stay and laugh with him, and one of them even tried to get them published. The thing is, none of the stories really happened. You could say that they're made up. A person who didn't know any better would think this cover blurb is trying to talk you out of reading them. But it's not. Go on, read away. See what you make of this literary humbug.