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About the Book

A closer look at the story, its heart, and its echoes.

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Maison

Step inside the house that held them. The rituals, the rooms, the people.

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Findings

Objects. Places. Clues. The breadcrumbs that lead us back.

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Journal

Thoughts on life, story, and everything in between.

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The Disanthropes

How do you find someone who isn’t missing?

A literary novel about memory, chosen family, grief, and the people who assemble themselves into a household when the first one doesn’t hold. Currently seeking representation.

Charcoal drawing of a woman with closed eyes and windblown hair
The Disanthrope

A little, not everything.

Jacqueline Augustine writes literary fiction from Wisconsin about memory, attachment, grief, and the peculiar ways people invent families around one another.

I am interested in the moment a person becomes real to someone else.

Disanthropy

Things found in the margins.

Books, odd research, overheard sentences, objects with suspicious emotional significance, and other things that refused to stay where they were put.

Reading

Books underlined into structural instability

A rotating shelf of novels, sentences, and pages that made the pencil come out.

Collected

Things overheard and immediately stolen for fiction

Small human evidence. No names. Sometimes no context. Usually better that way.

Research

Objects with suspicious emotional significance

The things stories ask to carry far more than objects reasonably should.

Don’t be a disanthrope

Letters from the maison.

Occasional notes about stories, books, strange things found in the world, and the people who undo us.

Contact

Say something.

Agents, editors, readers, and people who found this by accident are all equally welcome.

hello@jacquelineaugustine.com