The Gods of Literature
Henry Towler thought he was a god, and quit his job. This decision came after finishing his first novel. The book was actually very good. Titled Fisher's Price; it was about a boy named Fisher who solved his mental disease of schizophrenia through writing. The book had taken Henry two years and twenty-four days to finish. During that time he paid the bills by working at several mass retail stores. The jobs were easy, and gave him plenty of time to build his plot block by metaphorical block.
Henry knew that he couldn't take full credit for the novel, though. He had an amazing muse named Claire, and, like every great muse, he never met her. She existed outside of him, outside of time, but Henry often thought that she lived outside in the air conditioning unit under his apartment's bedroom window. Claire saved the novel by giving Henry the revelation in chapter five that Fisher knew he could save himself by writing. The revelation was around the time that Henry quit showering and cleaning. The trash built up and began to smell. The floor was littered with pages that only held order in Henry's mind. Page one was under the coffee table overlapping page thirty-two. Page four and five were in the kitchen in front of the sink and so on.
The night that Henry finished his novel was a wonderful night. He printed the last typed page and tossed it on the floor, and then gathered up all the other pages in the right order just like he had remembered it when he wrote. Then he picked up the last page, and put it in its rightful place at the bottom of the stack. Henry put the novel in a brown manila envelope and wrote the address of Illusions Press in New York on the front. After sending the package through his local postal drop-box Henry kept walking down the main-street of his South Carolina town of Newfield.
A patrol car stopped him because the evening was late, and Henry looked suspiciously close to a drunk that the officers were looking for. Henry, being the new god that he was, didn't fear the police and only decided to stop walking after they threated to arrest him. The cops saw that Henry wasn't the man they were looking for, but there seemed to be something wrong with him. They asked him his name and he told them it was Fisher, but his driver's license said Henry Towler. When to police asked him why he lied, he told them that he didn't lie. That gods were not bound by the laws of man, especially those involving identification. Henry asked the police how many times had they heard a god called by a different name. How many names has the devil been called. How many names does the god of Abraham have.
The police didn't understand what he was talking about. Henry told them that he was a god of literature, just like Hemingway, Kafka, and Shelly. He meant that his book was so great that he was now immortal. He could live on through his novel forever and never succumb to the cold fate that awaited the two officers. The cops felt threatened, and decided that Henry was a danger to himself and to them. They maced, handcuffed, and drove Henry to the station. Henry was kept in the station for a couple days until a state psychologist came for his evaluation. Henry told her the same thing he had told the police. That his name was really Fisher, that he was a god, and that him being a god meant he could talk to windows and understand them. That the his muse really was an air conditioning unit, and that dogs loved poetry because it was the only written color they could see.
It didn't take the psychologist very long to finish her evaluation and she had Henry sent to the state funded God's Compass psychiatric hospital in Charlot. When Fisher arrived he told the nurses that he had been here before while doing research for the novel that made him a god of literature.