Praise for Man Alone
From its opening scene on a bar stool, to Zene’s denouement, walking into the tunnel of darkness, the novel beguiles the reader with images that arrest, unmask, and reflect Everyman’s fated existential dialogue with self. Man Alone’s stripped-down cadence—peeling away the veneer of words—achieves an apotheosis of carnal sensuality where two bodies combine into one . . . this author’s luminous reveal.
—Dennis Must, author of MacLeish Sq. et al
Jack Remick has invented a new genre—Pulp Literature. In Man Alone, Remick delivers lines with the deadpan of a pulp detective on the crime-trail . . . Remick’s characters engaged in the base pursuit of their own ends, burn up in the fire of their own kindling . . . Remick builds on a theory of masks and unmasking, and, in the stunningly poetic images that run in Zene’s observations, you see a writer as observer whose characters have depth as well as a fatal blind spot. In Man Alone Remick has come into some kind of new literary superpower.
—Christine Runyon, poet
Man Alone is a story that must be experienced . . . the story is wonderfully original, with characters who are exquisite in their flaws . . . Remick’s talent with words is unquestionable, and his ability to create such original tales that draw you in and force you to contemplate the realities of the darker side of human nature is, in my opinion, unmatched.
—Theresa Cogdill, artist
Man Alone is . . . rich in character, plot, and language. Remick’s characters are twisted, murderous, real—and above all, riveting.
—Jack Smith, author of Being and Run
Jack Remick’s Man Alone, the dark story of a defeated man sliding into reckless hopelessness, packs a spare, yet intimate gut punch with unforgettable characters and an impeccable sense of place. Remick is a masterful storyteller. He is that good.
—Eleanor Parker Sapia
Man Alone is Jack Remick at his best. He delivers a cautionary tale of forgotten love and lust wrapped up into a who done it complete with tarnished knight and a fallen princess. Every word and sentence are sharp with the right kind of hurt . . . Man Alone draws you in as you wait for the inevitable boy saves girl story. But the outcome will surprise you.
—Tony Ollivier, author of The Amsterdam Deception and The Tokyo Diversion
In Man Alone, Remick’s doesn’t just tell you a story . . . he makes you experience it . . . observe it, feel the pain, the hurt, the ecstasy, the joy, the sadness of the cast of broken toys, that live in his story . . . This is a book that demands you sit up and pay attention . . . a story that will make you think, will cause others to say, there but for the grace of God, go I. My advice . . . Buy a ticket; you’re going to enjoy the ride. I did. 5 Stars!
—Wally Lane, Screenwriting to Industry Standard
Man Alone is classic Jack Remick, a prolific writer who digs deep into the dark underbelly of modern civilization and takes readers to places we don’t always want to go. His characters are people we may not want to spend time with but who ask questions we need to address . . . With the skill of a master, Remick keeps us turning pages in a voyeuristic desire to see what happens next like drivers slowing to gawk at high-speed collisions.
—Arleen Williams, author of The 39th Victim and The Alki Trilogy
Jack Remick explores the lonely, often violent experiences of a straight man in a cold world. Man Alone is a brutal look at what some men are willing to do in their search for connection and intimacy.
—Elena Hartwell, novelist, One Dead Two to Go; Three Strikes You’re Dead
Man Alone is dark, funny, vivid, and fast. The people are desperate and they are sexy and they are dangerous. Man Alone is about love and beauty and evil. The prose glints and dazzles, page after page. It doesn’t let up. It is brilliant. Read this book!
—Priscilla Long, author of Fire and Stone: Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?
Man Alone—a riveting existential story about a man’s love for a woman—is a treatise on frustrating passions, dreadful forebodings, disappearance, erasure, death, and silence. It is a compulsion about a man’s desire to do “anything to keep from hitting bottom alone.” Jack Remick pieces together a world, scene by scene, of broken souls and urban misfits longing to break free from their oppressors . . . In this twenty-first-century tale, Remick, a brilliant storyteller, embeds the good/evil of civilization as a theology of dread that “explained the state of the human in the universe.” We are left to ponder “a dead man killing another dead man” and the classical Greek word: tetelestai, meaning “It is complete.” The Man Alone—“the complete and utter finality of existence”—the silence. —Geri Gale, novelist, In The Closet
With Man Alone, Remick has created a striking study of primal man in the throes of desperation and loneliness. Every character is gravely flawed, yet manically interesting…Throughout the entire novel, Remick repeatedly recalls us to the nature of man as an animal whose existence is threatened when rejected, who fights, possesses, and dies for a mate as a matter of existential principle. His use of smell as the leading sense potently grounds us in the primitive mind. This is further emphasized by the animalistic nature of the sexual encounters, the stark and fearless language, stripped format and structure, and wild unanswered questions. Remick has gone rogue in this masterful tale of unanswered yearning. He has created a beautifully disturbing power struggle between man and woman that sears the memory.
—Nicole Disney, award-winning novelist, Dissonance in A Minor. Hers to Protect. The Clinch.