Speed Racer by Stephen Hastings-King

This time he is a race car driver who struggles with recurrent sing-song strings of rhyming words that run through his mind disrupt his focus and interfere with his reduction to a volume in motion but then meltdown Piltdown the scene changes quick as a flip book and now he remembers race car drivers in television shows full of espionage open cockpits and aviator goggles, the whine of engines and implications of lubrication but cannot access the mythology so remains trapped within himself hurtling around a cartoon racetrack before a crowd of make-believe prehistoric men.

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6 responses to “Speed Racer by Stephen Hastings-King

  1. You cannot read this slowly, you’ve established a story at breakneck speed that mimics the theme perfectly.

  2. I agree with Susan. Aaaaaaaand breathe… :D

  3. guy

    I like the image of the prehistoric crowd.

  4. guy

    I can read it slowly (but then i’m pretty slow at everything). I think the lack of punctuation takes the pace down. Words slam into each other e.g., meltdown Piltdown, and i have to slow down to maneuver around the semantic wreckage.

  5. stephen

    nice. thanks for the reads and lovely comments.

    the range of responses is really interesting to me.
    i like them all and am pleased that the piece is amenable to being made over differently.

    when i was making it, speed racer was the cartoon character and also the organizing center of allusions to race car drivers in bugattis and other such cars as were for some reason popular for vaguely sexualized television dramas in the early 60s.

    in terms of the writing, i was interested in both momentum and its disruption…taking out almost all the punctuation seemed to make the surface of the text bendy in an interesting way that allowed for being interested in momentum and its disruption at the same time to generate something different from a machine that breaks itself. it felt like playing with wave patterns that unfold over the words and watching them run into each other. like playing in the bathtub, really. which brings me back to cartoons.

    and piltdown man, one of the great (if not the great) archeological hoaxes, the faked missing link…

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