Welcome to another installment of If My Book, the Monkeybicycle feature in which authors compare their recently released books to weird things. This week Abigail Stewart writes about Foundations, her new novel out from Whiskey Tit Press.
If Foundations were a cocktail, it would be an extra dirty gin martini with three olives chased by a Lone Star beer.
If Foundations were a color, it would be the lurid chartreuse limewash that turned out to be poison.
If Foundations were a food, it would be the secret hunk of cheddar cheese you slice off from a larger block hidden in the back of the fridge as a midnight snack.
If Foundations were a perfume, it would be Hermès Calèche.
If Foundations were a thrift store find, it would be an elegant crystal cut decanter that lost her lid.
If Foundations were a sensation, it would be the wind whipping through your loose hair as you drive somewhere entirely new.
If Foundations were a plant, it would be an overgrown rose garden.
If Foundations were a piece of clothing, it would be the well-loved dress that’s become your summer standard.
If Foundations were a tarot card, it would be The World.
If Foundations were a secret, it would be the slowly dawning knowledge that only you can create your personal genre of happiness.
Abigail Stewart is a fiction writer from Berkeley, California. She is the author of a novel, The Drowned Woman (WhiskeyTit Books, 2022), and a short story collection, Assemblage (Alien Buddha Press, 2022). Her second novel, Foundations, is coming in early 2023. Find her at: helloabigailstewart.com and @abby_writes on Twitter.
