Workplace Monotony Drives Young Professional to Bad Behavior

Author Ties Boredom to Kink, a Harbinger of Modern, Liberated Youth

MEDIA RELEASE – Suit on an Empty Chair, a novel by Richard M. Baker, Jr., is being released on Web-e-Books® as part of a rare collection of Baker’s newly edited novels. The Tri-Screen Connection, LLC, publisher and distributor of the e-book, is providing the technology platform and online shopping website for the Suit on an Empty Chair as an e-book.

Richard M. Baker, Jr. effectively packed Suit on an Empty Chair with characters and situations reflective of his true-to-life experiences to make a moral point. A departure from his other novels, this fictionalized, autobiographical story included the safeguard: “Neither the business nor the financial institution described herein exist nor have they ever existed. All names, characters and events in this novel are fictional and any resemblance to real people, living or dead is purely coincidental.”

Baker deals with a time in his life when he pursued accounting – a full decade before engaging his creative side as a novelist. And while he cringed at the thought of re-examining the time he worked hard to get away from, he wrote Suit on an Empty Chair in tribute to the human condition known as boredom, personified in the book by Jack Taylor, an accountant unable to connect with his profession. Through Jack, Baker exposes the psychological, physical, and social problems that arise when any number of occupations are ill-suited to the man.

As such, the author did not intend Suit on an Empty Chair to be an angry outcry against a particular profession. By prophetically exploring the consequential nature of workplace monotony, Baker was onto a bigger message; that frustration, lethargy, envy, regret, tedium may influence destructive, sensation-seeking behavior. Junior accountant, Jack Taylor breaks loose in a bid for excitement, pleasure, elation, even immoral fantasy in this exposé of a society driven to misbehave when the acceptable becomes dreary.

Suit on an Empty Chair sits uncomfortably between conformity and rebellion – the struggle between staying-the-course and feeling alive. As William Wordsworth wrote in the early 19th century: “Bliss was it that dawn to be alive, but to be young was very heaven”. To stir his dormant vitality, Jack gives in to lust for youthful freedom and intrigue.

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“If it’s four-thirty and you quit at five, you’ve played games with yourself to pass the time and you can’t even interest yourself in another one. It’s a to-hell-with-it feeling you get and if there’s anything in your life to feel happy about, it must be a mistake.”

“How can she be so damned patient is something I can’t figure out, unless she wants the paycheck coming home more than she does me.”

“Honey,” she said, in a more pleasant voice, “if you’ll bring home some ice cream, we can eat it in bed.” Softly, he said, his self-pity gone: “Ice cream isn’t what I want to eat in bed, sweetheart.”

As two girls, teenagers, passed by close and glanced at him, he withheld the smile he felt like giving them, then wondered why he had. Was he afraid to test his sex appeal, the growing maturity in his face?

If I knew for sure that he ever wondered whether Johanne was his or not, I might have to walk right out of here and leave him. But oh, there’s something in him I love, she thought in anguish…I want to cry I feel so rotten. If only he would step out of line with a girl. Then we’d be even.

“He’s still in his right mind, isn’t he?” she asked herself and said that he was. “How many would be after a week like this one?”