Moving sometimes in a straight line, sometimes in an arabesque, the stories progress nonetheless, and the writing stirs beauty at unlit depths—like echolocations that sound out shapes in the psyche we didn’t know were there.
Endlessly inventive, Gessner is not interested in the arbitrary thrill; rather, he is out to inspire us to rethink our assumptions, to reframe our perspectives, to renew our ways of seeing. His writing is a funhouse mirror, distorting the empirical world in ways that, paradoxically, help us see it better.
As per his Kindergarten report “in spite of being Left Handed, Richard Gessner Handles crayons with great skill and adeptness”
Older than the first born Horseshoe Crab, Gessner is a Hermit who communes with marauding skunks at 4 a.m. in Montclair, New Jersey.