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Edward Fahey
Author
Thoughts Like Buckshot
Edward Fahey, author
Eloquent, but impudent; inspirational while silly; exploring the world of the living, and the dead; this memoir is a scattershot of revelation, and joy. Edward searches beyond life and death, finds hope in crippling depression, and makes cheeky comparisons between British and American English. Readers will travel along as he pokes through haunted graveyards, is attacked by his mother's ghost, and explores what some call, “Dark Nights of the Soul.” Times we hurt so badly, “We’re forced to choose what to do with all that pain: turn it against ourselves, aim it at someone else, or tap all that power and reach higher.” There's a whole lot of love in here, too—things to pause and ponder and places to just have a good chuckle and move on. Thoughts like Buckshot is a book about healing, growth, and the unseen forces sometimes quietly pulling the strings of our existence; moving small miracles, and strange situations into position. He talks about creative process. Times it seems we're as much being written, as doing the writing ourselves. Eloquent, charming, and inspirational, this is the coming of age tale of an ageless spirit. A fight from crippling depression to deep inner peace and true happiness.
Reviews
In this cheeky yet insightful memoir, Fahey (author of Indigos) shares excerpts from his previous works, journal entries, and personal anecdotes about his travel, friendships, and love life, all fused into a scattered compilation of seemingly random thoughts. Witty, philosophical, and haunting, Fahey straddles the realms of life and death, sharing his ever-present connection to the spiritual plane and mystical energies, touching on such intrigues as his membership in the Theosophical Society, an organization with ties going back as far as 1875, and his belief that he should “never try to force [my] metaphysical ways on others… just offer what I [can], but then let go of it.”

Fahey’s talent is eclectic, highlighted by his own pencil sketches scattered throughout, as he reflects on lifelong feelings of connection to the spiritual world—"I know I’ll be heading off to even happier realms once I’m dead, so I won’t be hanging around my old body”—and fills his memoir with the mystical, both dark and light energies, and otherworldly presences. Wistful, almost melancholic passages on depression and death occasionally jar as much as they prompt deep thought ("Depression can be a dense, unmoving cloud of futility. It suffocates, deafens, and blinds you. It gets in, but it won't let you out” he writes), but he instills a feathered touch of light-heartedness and humor as well, particularly in his words about his British partner, Beatrix, who he handles with infinite love and tenderness even as he muses she’s from a “land where they tortured their vowels.”

Though Fahey's style tends to scamper between subjects with minimal transition, his ability to construct poetic word play makes for riveting and suspenseful anecdotes that will entice readers. More than anything, this is a passionate reflection on the interplay between death and the living, the hardships and triumphs of being alive, and the need to lavishly accept oneself, body and soul.

Takeaway: Humorous and whimsical memoir plumbing life, death, and creative passion.

Comparable Titles: Haruki Murakami's What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, Maia Toll’s Letting Magic In.

Production grades
Cover: B
Design and typography: A
Illustrations: A
Editing: A
Marketing copy: A

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