The Sun is a Billiard Ball

Product Description
“The Sun is a Billiard Ball” came from a combination of events, including my own medical emergency and those of a few friends. We're here on but a whim. Sometimes the luck of our lives work in our favor, sometimes not, and I wanted to explore that, using two perspectives, one male, one female. I also perceived, as does the movie “Crash,” that there is a certain amount of what seems to be fate or coincidence in our lives. The sum of this is left to the reader.

Reader Reviews
There is a fundamental truth to all of Chris Meeks' writing which defies the standard literary form. Whether as a dramatist, a pragmatist, or a futurist, Meeks' works traverse that sensitive and permeable membrane between reality and fiction; always leaving an indelible imprint. Less an entertaining yarn -- which this story so genuinely is -- and more an instructive machete cutting through the claptrap of the "live-decadently" poobahs, The Sun is a Billiard Ball portends a possible tragic scenario anyone of us might find ourselves in at any given time in life. For instance, in reading about the character Albert's travails, I was right there with him as he underwent his examination, cringing along with him as his physician coldly went about his diagnosis. I felt deeply and intrinsically what character Jazz must have been sensing as she received the sordid news of her irreversible fate -- a still-pernicious malaise the developed world is so shockingly flippant about. Meeks chose these particular characters, I believe, because he had to deliver this vital message via this form. Meeks doesn't claim to be a polemicist, and neither should any writer in truth be. Yet the voice which beckons from these pages doesn't merely leap -- it ricochets -- into your grey matter and sticks there. Billiard Ball will move you to action. It will inspire you to change your ways, to alter your more corrosive habits. You know, the ones we all find facile one-off excuses to continue doing, only to pay that burdensome price months later when we least expect it. There are no free lunches, and Meeks makes this painfully clear. You won't be the same after reading this story. This 30-odd page tale is less day-in-the-life story, but more a call to action for Ms. and Mr. Everyman. I encourage more of the same. I suspect part of the reason author Meeks hasn't posted more similar compelling tales is because it -- and god-forbid (tongue firmly in cheek) -- might shock us into a permanent and positive change. Billiard Ball will get you to reassess the way you look at waking up in the morning to the things you place in your mouth as food. You'll see yourself in the mirror differently, to be sure, and this is the real mastery of Meeks' writing. While others are out there seeking futile answers from the usual suspects of drugs, alcohol, and self-disrepect, within a tight handful of pages Billiard Ball at least offers you more than a palm frond of hope. Like a magnet, it will coax you along a path. If it doesn't, you don't have a pulse.