Chatting with Lazlo Rappaport, author​ of The Nameless Land and Giveaway.

Hi everyone!
Today the spotlight is on The Nameless Land by Lazlo Rappaport. It’s a Adult and Mythology story, so it’s a bit different from what I normally have here but boy, this was way too odd to pass!
The story promises to be a modern legend, there’s no publication date, and it’s part of Kindle Scout, so you can push it on and make the publication real.
Plus, the author himself is a mystery.
But do go on to see what I’m talking about.
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Synopsis:

Desperate to free herself of the dream fox residing in her womb, Anastasia travels off to the shores of the Red Sea and strikes a deal with Lilith: If Anastasia will fashion three mirrors for the primordial witch, so the sorceress will exorcise the evil spirit.

A poetic parable of the modern woman, the riddle of love, and the question of meaning in a seemingly-godless world.

(Those who nominate a work get a free copy–if Kindle Press does in fact decide to publish it).
AUTHOR BIO:
Lazlo Rappaport is the pseudonym of a very reclusive author from Ohio.  He wrote the original draft of The Nameless Land while night-clerking at a series of Palestinian youth hostels in the Old City of Jerusalem, 1996-1999.  Under his proper birth name, he holds an M.F.A. in poetry from Sarah Lawrence College.

Hi Lazlo, and thank you for being here with me. Let’s start with your favorite book.

Hmm.  I have a very old book filled with Japanese haikus from the Seventeenth Century.  I’m pretty sure that’d be my favorite.

What inspired you to write The Nameless Land?

Yikes, that’s a rather complicated question.  I disbelieve in muses and that sort of thing.  I think that ideas come from the unconscious mind.  All my life, I’ve just simply wanted to write a kind of coming-of-age tale that includes the mythical figure of Lilith.  She’s probably a bit obscure to some, but I find her endlessly fascinating.  The other thing to remember is that my protagonist, Anastasia, is really a composite of all the women I’ve ever loved—particularly when I was younger.  One’s beloved tends to inspire a great deal of writing, art, music, etc.

If you could be any sort of animal, what would it be?

Umm, let me ponder this.  I know I would like to be a fish.  How about a seahorse?  Would that be permissible?

It surely would! And with my son being obsessed with everything that’s about the ocean, I’m particularly fond of your choice. Do you intend to write a sequel to The Nameless Land?

No, I’ve got too many other tales I’d like to write.  And I feel I should get to work on those because I’m not getting any younger.

What will you do if Kindle Scout doesn’t publish The Nameless Land?

Hmm.  I’m not sure.  That’s a rather difficult question.  I think I will probably drown my sorrows in cheeseburgers.  I like a good cheeseburger, don’t you?

I do. No pickles, though. In the age of abundance, why should someone want to read The Nameless Land?

Ah, now that’s quite a question.  My work contains subplots dealing with coming of age, love, infatuation and illusory love, and the search for meaning—the search for something worthy of believing in.  It’s not all sex and violence.  It’s a tale many readers can see themselves in.

Thank you for this little chat, Lazlo, it was very much appreciated, and good luck with Kindle Scout!

Now, here’s an excerpt, so you can decide to follow the link above and help Lazlo with the publishing.

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Early the next morning, Lilith slipped from out the mirror in the lobby and followed Anastasia into the hotel’s opulent honeysuckle garden.  It would have been the perfect place to strangle her to death too—if Lilith had resolved to do such a thing.  But how to murder an old friend?

The distant bells of Coventry Cathedral commenced a triumphal tune and then proceeded to count out the hour.

Anastasia turned back, breathing in as if she detected something in the current or perhaps even tasted something on her lips.

Lilith braced herself.  Had the scent of Egyptian chamomile betrayed her presence?  Even if it had, she kept quiet.  For a while, she observed Anastasia.  More than anything, Lilith marveled at how much the young lady’s blindness had come to complement her beauty.  The blank dreamlike expression in her big blue eyes made her look like an angel—something incorruptible.

Had she pledged her body to the Lord above?  Might that be the source of her power?

Over to the left, someone from the hotel staff opened one of the dining-hall windows looking out over the garden.  Soon the air filled with the aroma of cottage pie and fairy cakes.

Tapping her walking stick, Anastasia stepped into the sunlight which suddenly played upon her golden hair.  “Lilith, would that be you there?”  Like a little girl, Anastasia scratched at a few of the freckles upon her nose.  “Please say something.”

Lilith resolved to remain silent.  Turning to the honeysuckle, she thought back to the beginning of time—the primordial garden where that servile woman brought Adam to ruin.  How did she manage all that?  One day she picked that forbidden apple.  Lilith looked to the hem of her gown and then deep into Anastasia’s blind eyes.  Why not find someone for her?  Even if she had pledged her body to the Lord above, perhaps the proper gentleman could tempt her—and ruin her.

In the end, love itself would be her undoing.


Lazlo set up a great GIVEAWAY
  • $100 Amazon gift card

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