Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
He stood a stranger in this breathing world, An erring spirit from another hurled; A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped. By choice the perils he by chance escaped David Lurie may not be a morning person, or a man built for marriage, or even a man of many talents for that matter... Continue Reading →
"Starry night, Cassandra? Do you have a fever? In this city we don't have stars in the sky, they are all on TV!! In the sky we have only clouds and pollution. And lights...and flights. Helicopters... Ok, maybe one or another star...but starry night? You're really a city girl Cassandra, that sees a couple of... Continue Reading →
"A working actress is an anomaly in L.A. Everyone is some kind of model-actress-whatever, but when you drill down, waitress-barista-sex worker tends out to be more accurate." The author gives the reader a first-hand look at the lives of the rich and famous and even those of the downtown laden buskers. What the lead protagonist... Continue Reading →
"Captivity does things to you. It shows you how base an animal you can be. How you'd do anything to stay alive and suffer a little bit less than the day before." One of my initial thoughts after finishing the book, and a subtext to the whole relevance of the plot, was how big of... Continue Reading →
"He stopped once I pulled out my tape recorder and asked about the murders. Then it was those whirling wheels that had his full attention. People got such a charge from seeing their names in print. Proof of existence. I could picture a squabble of ghosts ripping through piles of newspapers. Pointing at a name... Continue Reading →
"I once heard Perkus Tooth say that he’d woken that morning having dreamed an enigmatic sentence: 'Paranoia is a flower in the brain.' Perkus offered this, then smirked and bugged his eyes–the ordinary eye, and the other. I played at amazement (I was amazed, anyway, at the fact that Perkus dreamed sentences to begin with).... Continue Reading →
Charlie Asher owns and operates a second hand thrift shop in San Francisco, a city that possesses the perfect balance of darkness and light, making it one of the easiest places on Earth to get lost. A notion that Charlie has perhaps taken a little too literally throughout the course of his life. Charlie is... Continue Reading →
You know, we all have our own opinions, but what do you think is the determining characteristic that separates the have's from the have not's? What, if anything makes one better than the other? Well in Dangerous Illusions you realize that besides the multi-million dollar bookshelves, the ownership of antique musical instruments, insider or privileged... Continue Reading →
In this unnamed city with unnamed characters, an unknown contagion causing blindness is spreading throughout the immediate area as well as in the hearts and minds of the anxious onlookers. The only thing the afflicted presently see is a white void, a milky sea that gives off a dreamlike existence. They now must rely on... Continue Reading →
"People stare at the floor. Even to look at a homeless person is to sign a contract with them. I dabbled with joining the Samaritans once. The supervisor had been homeless for three years. I remember him saying that the worst thing was the invisibility. That and not being able to go anywhere where nobody... Continue Reading →
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