William Homer Omkowski is an alienated and haunted man who drinks too much. He tells a story that spans a single evening and the following morning, about a loft party he attended in Baltimore forty-some-odd years ago and the tragic event that overshadowed it. But this story is only a framework. Memories, events, delusions, and images with origins that extend back to Creation expand the design into an imposing, if unstable, edifice. His rich, but unsteady, imagination enlivens a vivid tale laced with free associations, stream of consciousness, and poetry.

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What They are Saying About From an Otherwise Comfortable Room

"Mr. Sakowski, you are a master of subjective details, philosophical musing, and deconstruction. This thought provoking book of yours can only be described as a cross between Burrough’s Naked Lunch and Alice in Wonderland. Our main character Willie “Om” Omkowski being the Mad Hatter of a sorts."

"The memories of an old man are endlessly fascinating and intriguing. 'From an Otherwise Comfortable Room' is a tightly-interwoven anthology about a fictional old man, William Homer Omkowski, as he ponders his life and the strange people he has met, from poets to Druids. Intriguing and entertaining writing from author Roger Sakowski, 'From an Otherwise Comfortable Room' is a top pick."

“One needs to sit back with this book in a quiet place and really appreciate it word for word.”

“The language is impeccable, the visions and moods it creates admirable…”

“It reminds me of Joyce's Ulysses. This is either crazy or genius--I vote for the latter.”

Wow! This has been a challenging read - but raucous and riveting! Again, it is not for everyone. And you must love poetry. To me the story reads more truly as an epic poem of illusion and disillusion, of painful memories and hopeful future, of alcohol saturated ponderings and frighteningly clear vision. The cast of characters is like something from a Russian novel - you almost need to write them down to keep track. Overall, an amazing and enchanting piece of work that goes well with a glass of wine - or your befuddling indulgence of choice. Are we not the "points," each of us in the universe of our own making, with lines to others - some strong, others fading, others bloodied, others delightful? Hang on to those delightful threads of existence! I could hear the Moody Blues constantly in my own head in the background as I read!