by Miles Raymer
Last night I ran into Kinsella at a bar and he told me that recently Zurick has been living in his van around the southwest, mostly in New Mexico. A little while back Kinsella sent him an e-mail consisting of four simple "questions," but half of them aren't even real questions: "What's up Sam? What's happening? Really, Wow? Tell me more please." The reply he got filled 45 single-spaced pages when Kinsella copied the e-mail into a Word document, not including the copious illustrations and the included copy of Zurick's (amazing) resume.
A couple of weeks ago Kinsella posted the whole thing on his blog. I just started reading it and so far it seems like part sci-fi religious exegesis a la Philip K. Dick and part journal-style confession of a guy who may have spun out a little bit following a hard breakup. It's like Behold a Pale Horse or TimeCube.com but with a deeply moving story of human emotional life woven into it. I have a sneaking suspicion that by the time I finish reading it Zurick will have convinced me to believe 100 percent in whatever the fuck it is he's talking about.