House Of Coates

Review By Eleni Zaharopoulos




An excerpt from House Of Coates:


“Every house is a halfway house. Every adult is a vulnerable adult. Everybody who lives with or among other people is a co-dependent. Everybody’s some kind of junkie. Every dream has a giant eraser poised above it, just waiting to do its job. And every truly lost man knows exactly where he is.”


Initial thoughts:


Lester is lonely.        I am lonely.


Invisible man.           Invisible woman.


Loneliness is as much a state of mind as it is one’s occupation of space.


Fringe or no fringe.


At one point:


My house vibrates with the sound of organized music. The big room amplifies and I measure the amount of effort I spend living in this fantasy—my self-story. No one cares. The euphoria that comes from dreaming BIG is running low. Anxiety grips me as I wrestle down the desire to run away and never come back.


I grip my eraser. Erase.


I have been drinking. It is so easy to find fault in one’s life. It is so easy to find camaraderie with a broken drifter.


A review:


Lester is in self imposed exile.


There are many factors as to why a man should chose to live like Lester.


A lady finds Lester. Laundry.


God finds Lester. River.


Sometimes, I don’t think Lester gives a fuck about God but Lester gives a fuck about the Lady who carries God in her pocket. He goes in the river for her. There is alienation and then there is redemption.


I like the pictures. They carry me. I travel on Lester’s pupils.


Moral of the story:


People need people, yet we all have the lonely journey. What we have in common is our singular experience. If you lose the effort to care, you might fall into a rabbit hole. You might end up living in a travel plaza. If you’re lucky, someone might care enough to find you. In fact, they might need you more than you or they know it. If you are desperate, if you’ve been in the hole long enough, you’ll take any hand that reaches out for yours, and that’s okay. Unless, of course, they are evil. Which was not the case for Lester, luckily.


You can often surrender into the comfort and security of the God folk. They will take you.





Brad Zellar with photographs by Lester B. Morrison, House of Coates, (Little Brown Mushroom, 2012)
Cover and Photos: from House of Coates, Little Brown Mushroom, 2012