brooklyn woman devours “rehabilitation”

she slumps back on the couch, exhausted, satisfied, beads of perspiration on her forehead.  she sets the book down, and she turns to the computer and writes to me on Facebook:

“Ok, so I devoured your book, and it was delicious.  Tim, I am in AWE!  What a great story – nothing predictable, lots of things to make you think, and the writing is beautiful–so descriptive and accurate and relate-able and dark and angry and powerful and logical and unique.  I loved loved loved it and I loved the character.  I read a LOT–like more than 50 novels last year, and I read anything I can get my hands on–literally, anything that people give me or that is lying around or is free in the lobby of my apartment building.  And I am picky–about story lines and writing ability and grammar–I probably liked 5 of those 50+ books.  Most books are lacking in something.  Not yours.  Not blowing smoke up your ass, either. You have talent that is inspiring.”

— lindsay palmirotto dunn, wife, mother, brooklynite.

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short book review from brian mcvey, aka “prolific” / “the aztext” (burlington hip-hopper and novel-reader)

partial review of the novel “rehabilitation”:
or,
“this is not me blowin’ smoke…” by brian mcvey- producer, performer, member of “the aztext”:

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let me start by saying, to put this into writing will not do it justice.

i absolutely am LOVING your book. honestly bro, the first 80ish pages, where Jack is walking the streets of Burlington and in his head a lot… i couldn’t put the book down. to hear his take on local establishments (city market, UVM, etc) was unreal. i am going to re-read and highlight my fave lines… but one that stuck out like crazy was when he was commenting on having to re-learn how to socialize without booze. i wish i could remember the exact line, but, yowzahs!

the descriptions, flashbacks and just overall use of language have me in complete disbelief that I KNOW YOU.

more review to come when i’m finished.. but honestly, i can’t stop talking about it. you should be SO FLIPPIN’ PROUD OF YOURSELF.

it says it’s your second novel… what was the first? when will there be a third?

rehabilitation – short testimonial – wham bam

“Hi Tim , thanks for sending your book , I did recieve it . It will take me some time to read the whole thing though I like what I’ve read so far . I like your descriptive drama mixed with humour , IE – Vermont , the green mountain , brown river state . BTW , did you spend time in Burlington ?  Are you familiar with famous mystery novelist James Ellroy / The Black Dahlia /LA Confidential ? I had known him in 1988 when he was just starting out , and he was a recovering alcoholic . Your writing reminds me of his ” wham blam slam ” style that made him very popular . Keep up the good work ! -Mike-“

“rehabilitation” – a testimonial

by david press

I should start right off by saying that Tim Brearton is one of my closest friends. I wouldn’t be a particularly good critic if I didn’t say that I’ve been his friend going on ten years now, and now that you’ve read that you probably think this review isn’t meritorious. That’s okay; I’m going to take it in another direction. This essay is better thought of as an introduction to him, and to his writing. I’m a big believer in knowing a writer’s style is also knowing them personally, and Tim is a writer I’ve known for a long time.

I met him when I was a tender 20 years-old reporting for duty as the Lake Placid Film Forum’s intern. He was head of the Volunteer Department, and was (still is) someone who wouldn’t be satisfied if he wasn’t running around doing a million things at once. That’s not to say he has no focus, but he likes being busy and is especially busy in his head. Tim may be the greatest deliberator I know, because what may take you and I two minutes to analyze the possibilities of, Tim has thought of every angle you and I could think of in half a minute. That is easily the best personality trait of his that comes through in his protaganist, Jack Aiello, in this book you have in your hands. It allows you, the reader, to get inside his character’s head, and that for me is a writer’s number one objective; to make you feel like you’re a part of that character’s psyche.

I became Tim’s right hand man that year at the Film Forum. Running the mail, making copies, hanging fliers, and making sure all the parties had the appropriate amount of booze. Things that interns do. Since then I’ve been along Tim’s journey from Burlington, Vermont, to when he quit drinking, to when he started writing full time shortly after his son’s birth. Jude Russell Brearton, Tim’s son, is easily the greatest work of art Tim will ever do.

So, I ask you to take part in Tim’s art with this exceptionally personal novel about a Brooklyn strong-arm named Jack Aiello and his journey to rehabilitation. Rehabilitation from fighting, from drinking, and from the women he’s lost. This is Tim’s personal statement on issues such as substance abuse, single-parenthood, and gene manipulation, wrapped in the cover of a private eye story. Aiello transforms from amateur private dick to someone not fighting for a cause, like the Naturalists he encounters, or fighting for a better world like the gene manipulators of the Utopia Corporation, but fighting for his family.

You see, in this world, everyone is fighting for something. Whether you are President Obama fighting for health care, or fighting for gay rights, very few books are about fighting to get better for your child, and generally those books become classics. (See Jonathan Franzen’s The Corrections.) And that’s why this book is a classic not just for tackling hot-button issues, but personal issues that everyone struggles with. In the end it’s about children, and knowing Tim and seeing his son Jude grow up, I can’t help but smile knowing that this book, this work of art on Tim’s part, is for his greatest work of art—his son Jude. It’s a present from father to son.

So, go on, enjoy. You’ll be rehabilitated for it.

David Press

New York City

Saturday, October 10, 2009

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seattle woman pleased with the tjb book, “chimera” (and now desperately needing to catch up on sleep.)

from karen reilly

seattle, washington:

i enjoyed the book very much. i only put it down when i absolutely HAD to sleep, but then I would pick it up again and finally stop when i did that annoying sleepy-reading thing where i would read the same line about 8 times, realize that i couldn’t remember what it was i just read, and then finally put it down to sleep.

i was excited to get to bed so i could continue where i left off (i could only get REAL reading done when the kids were in bed and what better place to cozy in for a night of reading than all frumped out in sweats, ready for bed?). anyway, aside from minor typos (which i wasn’t going to mention because i’m sure you’re aware. i’m just stupidly anal about that stuff. dry your tears, one can always edit.) i thought it was well written. i didn’t feel lost, i didn’t have moments of “what the HELL is going on here?”, and i like how when arriving to the climax of the story, the scenes jumped back and forth and it was moving faster and faster (or maybe that’s my reading) and everything arrived at its destination on time.

it was like a movie, watching the “meanwhile…” with the other characters and everything comes together. i’m pretty sure i understood everything, but i don’t want my pride to get in the way. growing up i was always the one who understood what other people didn’t get in books and movies, and for the most part it was true, but my pride sometimes would take over and i would say i got it anyway. was i supposed to know exactly what it was that hatched out of the egg? did i miss it, am i being dim-witted, not in the know (God forbid!)

the group of bad guys in worship of this egg, i’m interested in that whole story (but leaving it as it was, i think, was well done). i am personally a fan of things left a bit to the imagination, and once i get over that desire to have everything spoonfed to me, i revel in the things left unsaid, left just around the corner, just over the edge, things implied (or were they?), sometimes ambiguity is harder to pull off artfully and purposefully than it is to spell everything out. having said all that, i liked it very much. and to clarify, the book was not ambiguous, the ending left me with just enough tension.

karen

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