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.” . . .
Eddie, an ordinary guy, with an ordinary life in an ordinary world decides one day he is tired of the ordinary life. He makes a brash decision to try serial killing on for size. Eddie fails miserably and in the process hooks up with a group of new friends whose lives are less than ordinary are happy to take the . . .
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 . . .]