false http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1212007749m/3035300.jpg 3035300 1 DARKNESS. THE SMOKE IS LIKE INK. Scotch and water in hand, Henry Chinaski sits alone at the end of the bar. Steve Richmond enters and joins three demons sitting at a rectangular table. They applaud him, the Santa Monica Artaud! He ignores them. "Where in the hell is the jazz?" Hugh Brown Shu says to everyone in particular. He's been up for days. Dostoevsky sinks the eight ball as Joseph Solman sketches the scene in an old paperback. Joking about his penniless days in Paris, Irving Stettner renders a portrait of a pretty girl. She is laughing, smoking a cigarette. Happy Hour, what! The place is packed... Your drink arrives. STOVEPiPER. It tastes like ink, smoke, darkness. 3065898 1 1 1994 Stovepiper Book One total:3|5:1|4:1|3:1| 3 12 4 1 4 0 false false Tue Sep 22 16:50:27 -0700 2009 Tue Sep 22 16:53:10 -0700 2009 0 0 false false Sun Nov 08 10:04:49 -0800 2009 Sun Nov 08 10:04:49 -0800 2009 5 0 false false Wed Oct 22 21:18:24 -0700 2008 Wed Oct 22 21:18:24 -0700 2008 3 0 false false Wed Jun 11 18:40:02 -0700 2008 Wed Jun 11 18:40:02 -0700 2008 http://www.goodreads.com/book_link/follow/8?book_id=3035300