Max and Mick are two brothers who’ve just moved away from home. In the city for the first time, they try to make it big while dealing with rent, local criminals, work, the authorities, their own propensity for getting into trouble, and each other. Also, they’re mages. . . .
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.” . . .
I want to rave about The Magical Brothers. The writing is nice, easy to read, occassionally funny; the world is interesting, with a nicely messy-feeling system of magic. If it had an RSS feed, I’d probably add it to my reader. And yet, somehow, I’m feeling ambivalent.
The story follows two [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 . . .]