Excuse Me; I’ve Got Some Shit to Say by Marissa Marsella
Within a compelling collection of adult, non-fiction essays, my debut novel, Excuse Me; I’ve Got Some Shit to Say, describes the diabolical corruption instilled into the psyches of us, capital pawns. The lyrical lecture—lasting approximately 38,000 words—illuminates capitalism’s ideological issues, forcing audiences to face the fact that “[w]e have allowed our overt expression of excuses to alleviate our own faults, actually convincing ourselves that such utterances help to assuage the guilt or embarrassment associated with society’s false indenmemt of ‘imperfection’ ”. Living in America’s tyrannical system star-lighting corrupt, capitalistic constructs, we, as an unrecognized people, fail to recognize the disregard of humanity in both our politics and ourselves.
Escaping the outrage of such a system proves uneasy, as we face limiting options upon attempts to do so; whether this be through a series of desensitized self sabotage, suffocative loans, or a lack of capital altogether. Regardless of the reasoning, there always seems to be some sort of deeply interpellated happenstance holding us back from breaking the threshold of conformity instilled into this country.
Perhaps the only interchangeable variable in this evilly calculated equation may be the excuses we exert in attempts to emotionally establish ourselves among the estates’ elites.
