A letter from an erstwhile mother to her estranged son, distanced by decades, sends our omniscient narrator on a critical journey to narrate himself in light of a cruciform history and eschatological hope. Along the way, he encounters a cadre of failures in the faith that, in some way, help him to limp along. What emerges is an intertextual tapestry of prose covering personal crises and rude awakenings in moral philosophy, political theory, and apocalyptic theology. To what end will the journey lead? Arrivals themselves are dead ends. Sunrays on the Beachhead of the New Creation is a hybrid novel of dialogue and fever dreams. Serving multiple life sentences, it borrows its narrative logic from film theory, or perhaps biology, no, theology: rub two subjects together and a third emerges. Accompanied by the stunning pointillist imagery of Judy Langemo Roth, this story is a sandbox of literary fragments, misfitted, angular, and invasive. It's hilarious, like life. Do you enjoy curling up with a good book? It's like that, but instead of with a good book, it's in the fetal position.
