An Apocalyptic Fantasy is right: the hero of Jeremiah’s Ghost is as haunted and given over to intensities and anguish as one of H. P. Lovecraft’s protagonists, though pursued by inner rather than supernatural demons. Careening between the grandiose and the abject, he tries writing, women, travel, and drugs as his obsessive means of coming to terms with his own rage and sense of having been emotionally abused in this coming-of-age odyssey that’s both harrowing and moving.
Isaac Constantine was born in New York City in 1978. He attended Williams College, where he earned his BA in English, and Columbia University for an MFA in Fiction.
Constantine worked briefly in publishing as an editorial assistant at The Paris Review and Ecco, an imprint of HarperCollins. He is a blogger, a freelance writer and editor, a veteran of the Occupy Wall Street movement and an activist associated with the Anonymous hacker collective. He lives in San Francisco.
Photo Credit: Miriam Berkley
--Jim Shepard, National Book Award Finalist
Isaac Constantine gracefully juggles the contradictions and inconsistencies that make us human. His protagonist, Jeremiah, is edgy and dark, innocent and jaded, adrift in a search for his place in the world. This debut novel is poignant and beautifully told.
--Binnie Kirshenbaum, author of The Scenic Route
Constantine courageously explores how we view our history, blending the familiar with a broader historical context. He artfully invites an examination of identity, of what what it is to be wounded and to recover both self and community through a mystical journey of mind, body and spirit. Political yet personal, Constantine speaks with the tongue of metaphor and allows us to live in the border towns of unraveling clarity, with insightful wry humor sharpened by the skill and grace of a poet. Jeremiah's Ghost dares to pose questions that are rarely tolerated. But Constantine has the rare voice that dares to invoke a way to heal ourselves of our Ghosts.
-- Laura Albert, author of the JT LeRoy novels Sarah and The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things