The cult-classic “noir” columns return. Charles Bukowsky said, of these pieces, “What this guy understands is that the street IS a wound.” Hunter Thompson commented, “And people keep saying they should lock ME up.” . . .
Mortimer Scott is dreadfully average. A devout member of the Church of Lopt, Mortimer spends his days praying, fumbling through social interactions, and dreaming of the day that his life would change. As if by some miracle of the gods themselves, it does. Talbot, the wanted heretic of the Church, wrenches Mortimer from worship and ritual and into . . .
Ride with Madness is set in the long hot summer of 1995. It opens with Helen Byrne, who yearns for personal freedom in her stifling marriage to the upwardly mobile Malcolm. Her compulsive involvement with ex-prostitute Carla and the flamboyant cult leader Addison threatens to tip all of them into the kind of madness where no one seems to have . . .
A disclaimer: I generally post reviews only after having read a good proportion of a story (at least 50%, if not everything posted). I’m not entirely sure how much of content I’ve read of Flesh Wounds but – to be honest – I’m not interested in reading more.
Flesh Wounds is [more . . .]
For me, reading Flesh Wounds was rather like being held hostage by one of Tarantino’s characters—there’s absolutely no way you know what is coming next. In my book, that’s a good thing.
It’s different too, there’s no reading order of such, the reader can choose to click on the tag cloud [more . . .]