Welcome to another installment of If My Book, the Monkeybicycle feature in which authors shed light on their recently released books by comparing them to weird things. This week Meredith Alling writes about her debut story collection, Sing the Song, just published by Future Tense Books.
If Sing the Song were one of my neighbors, it would be the judge.
If Sing the Song were another one of my neighbors, it would be Terry, who drives a convertible Mazda and carries a smooth wooden seat to his meditation class down the street.
If Sing the Song were a hog, it would be a free hog. It would move to the mountains, its hog legs steady on the rock face.
If Sing the Song were a scented candle, it would smell like the back of a stereo receiver.
If Sing the Song were an event, it would be a Tent Event.
If Sing the Song were a cafeteria situation, it would be fitting every food and drink item offered onto the tray and then figuring out where to sit. It would be choosing the spot by the window, by the air vent, and then eating everything, starting with the pickle.
If Sing the Song were a response on a bodybuilding forum, it would be one that ends with, “Whatever the case, I want to have a severe conversation with you.”
Meredith Alling is a writer living in Los Angeles. Her debut collection of short stories, Sing the Song, is out now from Future Tense Books. Find out more at meredithalling.com, or follow her on Twitter at @meremyth.
