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About The Novel

“American Spaz The Novel” is a coming-of-age story with girls and love and death – fists and knives and guns. After going through double tragedies as a child Henry Kreiser grows into a teenager he does not want to be. It starts in 1978 in a suburb of Philadelphia and continues...

The Interview

Below is an interview of Greg Kieser by Man in the Mirror. Man in the Mirror: Thanks for allowing an interview today.  I understand you don’t grant many so we certainly appreciate it. Greg Kieser: Thank you for agreeing not to ask stupid questions. MITM: (laughs) So, congratulations on...

From Chapter 3

When Henry and Byron arrived back in Levittown, they found that Kate and Jack had bought a small home. It was in a section of Levittown where the homes were a bit smaller than the one they grew up in. Theirs was a pleasant green house with asbestos siding, among others in blues and yellows....

From Chapter 4

That year, Henry’s physicality changed. He experienced a growth spurt, which made him appear skinnier. Pimples flourished in his face. His eyesight grew worse, and he had to get thicker glasses. While walking in the hall one day, he passed a group of older boys. They turned to watch...

From Chapter 5

At the barn, the boys started the milkers on the inside as Henry took to the lot outside. Manure piles were now twice as high as they were the day before, and the cows had stamped them into hard, clotted piles. As he began, the scraper dominated his hands. It seemed heavier and was...

From Chapter 7

Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he paused and examined his flat-topped curls. “Sir,” the barmaid said. Henry touched the top of his hair, not hearing her. “Sir,” she said again. “Oh. I was just … What?” “I asked if I could get you something.” “Coke is...

From Chapter 8

That weekend Henry drove across the Route 1 bridge to Trenton, New Jersey. Following written instructions, he pulled off the highway into a neighborhood of row homes—some small and modestly maintained and others small and falling. Latin music with big bass pumped from little Toyotas with...