In BUFFALO BILL IN THE GALLERY OF THE MACHINES, legendary Buffalo Bill Cody and his Wild West-a MENAGERIE of exotic animals and human eccentrics-are on the verge of bankruptcy until the troupe goes overseas for a tour through Europe. To his American audience, Buffalo's Wild West is losing its appeal as the true West fades from memory and new techlogies become more glorious than Western wonders. To his crew and inner-circle, Buffalo strains his closest relationships, especially with his confidant and friend, Sitting Bull, as the onetime cowboy hero becomes ever more dependent on the booze that dulled his senses and dimmed his conscience, reawakening the violent ROUGHRIDER he once was. All the while, the star of his show, a giant beast of a man with near-MIRACULOUS strength, threatens to leave his leading role to discover his mysterious past. Here is a Western tale told with the very same spirit in which Buffalo Bill Cody himself created his Wild West spectacle, where the truth of history is one to be stretched, igred, and made all the more wild.
Mark Rapacz is a writer and some-time editor from Minnesota. The last time he was employed to profit he was living in his parents' basement, waking early each morning to try to eradicate the 50 different species of mosquita residing in the many marshes and wetlands around his hometown. After three long seasons of filling hoppers rigged to the side of a crop-duster chopper and tromping waist-deep through sedge, muck, and razor grass, he left for Korea to teach. He found his life in Korea too filled with the boozes of bad bars and the snot of sick school children to remain, so he went home, vowing never to return. He did so twice more. Once for a girl who needed to see the world, and then again for a wife who hadn't gotten enough of it. In between his Korea years, Rapacz has worked steadily at jobs that never pay enough, complained often, drank too much beer, watched too much television, set aside too many good books, spent too much time indoors and in cities, and tried his best to write something that made sense to somebody. Currently, he does all the aforementioned, but he is back in Minnesota, ever-fearing the tenacious mosquita of the marshes, but now before his hand slaps down, smearing blood, he first says to each and every one of them bloodsuckers, There's another side to this here land.