"There couldn't be a verb, an adjective, a noun, a pronoun profound enough to literarily liberate the emotion, the feeling, the thought and power felt below my feet as I turned onto that forested bypass, leaving the city and suburbs of my post-adolescence behind. It was freedom without a flag, pestilence without a cure; both likewise and subverted. And in lighting the spliff held gingerly between my aged, wrinkled and dilapidated lips, my destiny was prolonged only for the better. If the night were thicker, I might cast myself into an ocean of doubt. If my headlights were dimmer I might exalt myself under the most rude of Kings. It seemed that the only obstacle on the start of my journey was merely the wind; backward and pressing it was, as the Autumn always presumed it to be. And I felt as though I might be a kite without a string, a hook without bait; yes, the only deceit at my fingertips was the dirt beneath my fingernails. This journey of mine, wherever it took me, would be my last."In This House, We Lived, and We Died, is a story about a man, aged and lost, in mind, body, and spirit, whose last quest takes him into the deepest abysses, across the sharpest precipices, and through the darkest abscesses of his soul so that he may collect the shattered and sunken remains of his all-but vanquished memory.A sort of Spiritual Epic in the same way "What Dreams May Come" inspires to alter life dispositions, and in the same way "Fight Club" aspires to inspire with violent psychological psithurism, "In This House, We Lived, and We Died" aims to break all the rules of the literary journey and set a new tone for the world of imagination.
About the Author: Born in South Jersey in the Summer of '86. Living everywhere else. Like most self-proclaimed authors, Matthes generally focuses his writing on matters and subjects that he either enjoys or forces him to question in a style that is influenced by a strong desire to be different. Matthes don't always write for the sole purpose of entertainment; mostly, especially with "The Slut Always Rides Shotgun," and "The Passive Aggressors," his writing consists of very upfront and brutally, and at times disgustingly honest insight. He writes because he has to, because it's the canvas to his soul, and the palette to his subconscious. Matthes has written everything from scattered forms of poetry, to songs, to non-fiction and fiction novels. His first completed novel, "The Slut Always Rides Shotgun," a narrative/ journal of his life, has generally run Underground in its level of world-wide recognition. Since releasing his aforementioned "journal," it's inspired the writing of the sequel "The Passive Aggressors," and a third, completely unrelated work of fiction, "In This House, We Lived, and We Died." Matthes is also the author of the novel "Sleepeth Not, the Bastard" and a collection of poetry titled "The Kaleidoscope Syndrome: An Anthology."