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This novel is a compelling read from page one. A story about Knowland Weaver, a brilliant and passionate man who is well traveled, multi-faceted, and deeply in love with Maia. But when she ends their affair, Weaver's world  ignites into sweeping motion and every chapter unspools feelings of hope and uncertainty.

In his mire of alcoholic pain, Weaver brings about an adventure of intellectual insights and creative relationships which alter his life forever.

Haslam has an acute sensitivity for bringing to life events from across the centuries, threading stories within a story and always leaving the reader wanting more. His book is a powerful, well written, fluid, picturesque, arousing to the psyche, romantic, and true-to-life, ceremonious event.
                                                                                                 -   Eve St. Claire, Author

 

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Small Press Bookwatch

Volume 5, Number 6

June 2006

Shadow Realities
Herb Haslam
Windspur Press
$15.00

Shadow Realities by Herb Haslam is a compelling novel of Knowland Weaver, the brilliant and passionate love of Maia, and the devastating effects of their love affairs disclosure. Intricately revealing of this highly engaging and intimate tale of Knowland's spiritual and psychological struggles as his world quickly falls down around him, Shadow Realities carries its readers through an ever-thickening plot as the journal of the sixteenth-century explorer, Cabeza de Vaca mysteriously interrelates with the story line. Shadow Realities is very highly recommended as an entertaining, original and superbly crafted story of love, courage, despair, passion, and ultimate insight.
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Herb Haslam’s “Shadow Realities”

Time and space collide and burn in Herb Haslam’s “Shadow Realities.”  Those who fear change in this provocative novel seem doomed to paw through the ashes like hungry wild horses seeking food under the snow.  Adventurers of the spirit, however, can emerge from the collision and walk a new path without the need for familiar illusions of who and when and where we are.

Knowland Weaver is an unsettling protagonist, a no-land wanderer through his own searching mind, grounded only by the shards of a broken romance and the healing of a wounded polo pony.  He seeks the ultimate connection among human beings, a language which, like his horses and most of Nature, would require no words; it can, if the system is designed right, be universally understood, even beyond the Earth plane.  His focus is electromagnetic fields, the secret of connection; his path is that of the artist, intuitive, knowing no boundaries, threatening the status quo as he explores parallel existence and the needless isolation of human beings from each other and from the infinity of worlds about them.

Ostensibly, the book is the gathering of information for Knowland’s biography; the chapters reflect the shards not only of the romance but also of a sometimes short-circuited mind.  Passages from his journal interlace with passages from the 16th century journal of explorer Cabeza de Vaca, present and past meeting and then separating as if Time itself were breathing.  The space-time rhythm parallels the waves of tourists on the San Antonio Riverwalk that is Knowland’s

primary physical base – and which once lay in the path of de Vaca’s journey.  Knowland’s passion for Oneness, a spiritual quest, runs afoul of humanness, which perceives only separation.  He seeks to find the balance through the arts, advocating their renaissance as a way of consciously accessing our common soul and achieving communities that are fields of energy.

One might say that “Shadow Realities” is not for the fainthearted.  More likely, the book is for the faint of heart who seek courage to continue evolving when all about them are hurtling backwards into oblivion.  Knowland’s struggle to let go of the conventional society of his time, to let go of hurt and betrayal occasioned by others, and to open himself to the possibility of a more positive evolution, allows the reader to let go as well and dream along with him.

Who knows?  As Knowland says, the process might take thousands of years, or humanity could find a “wormhole” in an instant that catapults it to its ultimate connection. 

                                                                    -   Wendy E. Shepard, playwright
                                                                        December 12, 2005


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Excerpt

1
Houston

It was warm that afternoon with a light breeze blowing in from the Gulf across the city of Houston, displacing or at least diluting the humidity for a few hours. Knowland Weaver waited, poised and ready, like his constellation link Orion. Except for one thing, and even under those desperate circumstances, he smiled somewhere inside himself at the thought: he was flat on his back.

Lying in the grass, eyes squeezed shut, stars flying outward like fragments of his life, all of it disintegrating, expanding away like the universe itself, he was still very aware of Maia’s presence. Such a unique woman, a brilliant dancer with a famous ballet company, with whom he had bonded with strands of energy which were popping now like wires shorting out with little puffs of smoke. He knew he could get through this if he could just fight the feelings down, deny them, forge ahead, aim for that clean slate, unmarked page, different place, different time, focus on somewhere else … and be there.

“I’m going to have to go now,” Maia said, looking down at  him. “They have arranged an affair at the hotel, a big sendoff tonight now that the company is about to leave on its European tour. Everyone will be there.”
“Everyone?”

“You know, from the Company.”

Her face held a special kind of beauty framed by fine blonde  hair, which in turn was surrounded at the moment by a halo of sunlight.

“I don’t want you to go … now or ever, why are you doing this, anyway?”  He knew he had to avoid the sense of closure beginning to envelope him
that afternoon in a little park on that vast city’s west side. He had ignored it at first but now it seemed to threaten his existence.

“Because we both know this can’t go any further.”

They had reached a point in their passionate but stormy relationship of
three years where neither wanted what the other was offering. So she had taken the lead and implied in a number of ways that it was over for her and it was simply up to him to move on as well.

“Knowland, just reach down deep inside of yourself for the answer, it’s all there, believe me,” she said, looking away after gazing directly into his eyes for a long moment. This afternoon had arrived after weeks of difficult, uncomfortable episodes of trying to patch things up, sort things out, and start everything over. But it did seem hopeless and now she was leaving.

“I don’t want you to go,” he said.

“I have to, love.” She rose, brushing off bits of grass, picked up her 
shoulder bag, looked down at him one last time, then turned and walked purposefully across the grass toward the parking lot and her car. He raised himself up on one elbow, following that dancer’s stride with the perfectly proportioned lithe, strong body and, like so many other times in his life, thought how stupid these little dramas were.

`This isn’t real, she doesn’t have to go …,” he thought, feeling a twang of fear vibrating through his heart, knowing that it was all too real.

She reached her car, unlocked the door, tossed her bag across the seat, slid in, started up, and backed out of the space. He kept watching as she drove slowly out of the parking area and out of sight. “And out of my life,” he thought.

He turned his mind off and walked the longer distance in the other direction across the park to the hotel, his usual calm, pleasant demeanor hardly hiding the turmoil into which his inner life was plunging. He only needed moments to change into more comfortable clothes, throw his things back in his bag, check out of the unused room, get in his pickup and head for San Antonio.

 
 

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