Where Fiction and Reality Meet
In 2005, Hurricane Katrina put the Crescent City on the world stage, a horrifying and profoundly decimated stage that touched a nerve in the consciousness of anyone who had either witnessed the destruction firsthand or who sat safely in front of the television, thousands of miles away, and mourned for the unspeakable loss and punishing... Continue Reading →
In 2005, Hurricane Katrina put the Crescent City on the world stage, a horrifying and profoundly decimated stage that touched a nerve in the consciousness of anyone who had either witnessed the destruction firsthand or who sat safely in front of the television, thousands of miles away, and mourned for the unspeakable loss and punishing... Continue Reading →
THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains and the wind is never weary;... Continue Reading →
THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains and the wind is never weary;... Continue Reading →
Well, apparently chefs are just moody bastards. (Pardon my Français.) Who knew? Certainly not me. And who knew pretentious food prepared by a pompous, self-important master of “molecular gastronomy” could be cause for a few good laughs? Again, not me. At least not until I read Soul Kitchen. Murder was afoot ten years ago at... Continue Reading →
Well, apparently chefs are just moody bastards. (Pardon my Français.) Who knew? Certainly not me. And who knew pretentious food prepared by a pompous, self-important master of “molecular gastronomy” could be cause for a few good laughs? Again, not me. At least not until I read Soul Kitchen. Murder was afoot ten years ago at... Continue Reading →
When I first saw that Amy Lane and Aleksandr Voinov were collaborating on a book, my initial reaction was, “say what?” ::gaping maw:: Fresh off of Chase in Shadow and Dark Soul, my brain was having a difficult time processing it. Then I moved on to, “but they’re writing styles are so different, how will... Continue Reading →
When I first saw that Amy Lane and Aleksandr Voinov were collaborating on a book, my initial reaction was, “say what?” ::gaping maw:: Fresh off of Chase in Shadow and Dark Soul, my brain was having a difficult time processing it. Then I moved on to, “but they’re writing styles are so different, how will... Continue Reading →
Some sure signs that I’m entirely in love with a book: • Dinner rule – if you can’t nuke it or pour it in a bowl with milk, you might have to go hungry. • Conversation rule – if you’re not hemorrhaging, regurgitating, or on fire, I am off limits. • Note: the breakage of... Continue Reading →
Some sure signs that I’m entirely in love with a book: • Dinner rule – if you can’t nuke it or pour it in a bowl with milk, you might have to go hungry. • Conversation rule – if you’re not hemorrhaging, regurgitating, or on fire, I am off limits. • Note: the breakage of... Continue Reading →
There’s more than one way to be abandoned. There’s abandonment with intention, and then there’s the sort of abandonment that the universe, fate, bad luck, whatever name you give it, delivers on a whim. It’s called death and that sort is the permanent kind, the kind that leaves a man unanchored because he has no... Continue Reading →
There’s more than one way to be abandoned. There’s abandonment with intention, and then there’s the sort of abandonment that the universe, fate, bad luck, whatever name you give it, delivers on a whim. It’s called death and that sort is the permanent kind, the kind that leaves a man unanchored because he has no... Continue Reading →
Fairy tales are dreams and dreams are fairy tales, and they both bear a striking resemblance to Hayden Thorne’s Erl-King, a story that resonates with vivid imagery, a dream-like quality, and the pain of a boy who denies himself the right to be whom he was born to be. Baltasar is a young man of... Continue Reading →
Fairy tales are dreams and dreams are fairy tales, and they both bear a striking resemblance to Hayden Thorne’s Erl-King, a story that resonates with vivid imagery, a dream-like quality, and the pain of a boy who denies himself the right to be whom he was born to be. Baltasar is a young man of... Continue Reading →
The children of the gods play their games, sometimes very dangerous games in which winning means escaping with one’s life. But sometimes those games are little more than an unconcealed pleasure to show superiority over the weak and the helpless who can be controlled and manipulated, trespassed against simply because it can be done. Or... Continue Reading →
The children of the gods play their games, sometimes very dangerous games in which winning means escaping with one’s life. But sometimes those games are little more than an unconcealed pleasure to show superiority over the weak and the helpless who can be controlled and manipulated, trespassed against simply because it can be done. Or... Continue Reading →
Oh, temptation. Life is full of it, sweet and evil temptation. Rickey and G-man have given in to a few enticements over the course of their years together—booze, drugs, money; the kind of money that will get Rickey exactly where he wants to be in spite of the fact that he has to wager a... Continue Reading →
Oh, temptation. Life is full of it, sweet and evil temptation. Rickey and G-man have given in to a few enticements over the course of their years together—booze, drugs, money; the kind of money that will get Rickey exactly where he wants to be in spite of the fact that he has to wager a... Continue Reading →
There’s a saying that goes something like, “life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” I'm a firm believer that some of those shining little breathless moments don't take place in reality at all, but in the realms of the fictional people we... Continue Reading →
There’s a saying that goes something like, “life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” I'm a firm believer that some of those shining little breathless moments don't take place in reality at all, but in the realms of the fictional people we... Continue Reading →
Well, no one warned me there was going to be a decade time span between The Value of X and Liquor, but that’s okay; that made it feel a lot like I was getting to spend some time catching up with good old friends I hadn’t seen in a really long while, and it was... Continue Reading →
Well, no one warned me there was going to be a decade time span between The Value of X and Liquor, but that’s okay; that made it feel a lot like I was getting to spend some time catching up with good old friends I hadn’t seen in a really long while, and it was... Continue Reading →
I haven’t read a lot of prison dramas—more than a couple, though, and The Cellmate is unlike any I’ve ever read before. If you’re looking for a raw, gritty, confrontational, in-your-face story filled with violence and non-con/dub-con sex, then skip this one because it’s not at all what you’re looking for. The Cellmate is a... Continue Reading →
I haven’t read a lot of prison dramas—more than a couple, though, and The Cellmate is unlike any I’ve ever read before. If you’re looking for a raw, gritty, confrontational, in-your-face story filled with violence and non-con/dub-con sex, then skip this one because it’s not at all what you’re looking for. The Cellmate is a... Continue Reading →
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