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March 04, 2007


j h

I totally should have spent money on your book and his book instead of a rejection letter from the Writer's Workshop.


The plot concept behind "The Children's Hospital" is one of those dreams you wake up from in the middle of the night thinking, Oh my God, I have to jot that down in the morning because that could work up into something incredibly unique. That's just... Just wow. Adrian's secret is he actually remembers to make a note of it in the morning.

Ray Mattson

Nice to hear about other UI alums who would steal the graduates stories. Too bad Adrian was before my time.


Oh now I'm disappointed. I just read the plot synopsis. "When the world is submerged beneath seven miles of water, only those aboard the Children's Hospital, a working medical facility and ark built by architect turned prophet John Grampus (who was ordered by God "to save the kids") survive."

It's intentional. I thought instead it was the sublime plot idea. That it was accidental, random. That it was, without particular explanation, a real children's hospital that was all that was left. Not an ark. That's just a retelling of the Noah myth. I don't discount that Adrian is probably a fine writer, but boy what a let down on the plot angle.

Julie Martin

What a grand testament to the wonder of Adrian's short stories. I remember the day that I was electrified by a New Yorker story, googled the (to me) unknown author, and pre-ordered TCH, which then couldn't arrive fast enough.

TCH is immense, and I list it with The Thin Place and The Lost Thoughts of Soliders as my fave 2006 publications. Must say, however, that the torte occasionally collapsed from a delicious density of detail, image and allusion into congealed, stolid fudge. A novel like TCH requires Straussian orchestration.


Adrian has an interesting story in this quarter's "All-Story" (www.all-story.com).

As for the Noah angle in TCH - the book is hardly thin Christian allegory. Yes the main plot points are the same - end of world, boat in water - but that's about where the similarities end.

I'm not quite done with it yet, but have found it immensely enjoyable even as I find the main character to be a bit lacking in depth.

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