Up to chapter 5, I almost didn't finish it. (I had already read a Confederacy of Dunces and this sounded much the same).. But the n it took on its ownUp to chapter 5, I almost didn't finish it. (I had already read a Confederacy of Dunces and this sounded much the same).. But the n it took on its own charm and I fell in love. ...more
**spoiler alert** A mystical healer falls from the sky, inhabits the body of a newly dead Native American and begins a journey to find his way back ho**spoiler alert** A mystical healer falls from the sky, inhabits the body of a newly dead Native American and begins a journey to find his way back home. He soon pairs up with “Moses”, a skeptical, yet intrigued photojournalistic philosopher, running from his past, trying to save the future and hoping for a Pulitzer Prize photo op. They drive off, traveling cross country to where the signs lead the healer, in search of those who can send him back home. Though they each have their own agenda, they are both essentially heading in the same direction, meeting a bevy of Shamans & charlatans along the way. Initially, the Sky Man (as he is soon dubbed) does not do well with language, which renders some interesting nicknames for people he meets. In a series of missions, each with a clue/vision/tool to the next one in line, he must prove himself to be who he is to the multiplying skeptics. As adept as any Kwai Chang Caine, Sky Man conquers all obstacles affronting him, be they to harm, educate or seduce. Talismans, totems and spirit guides are offered, shared and experienced along the roads of a countryside still beautiful, as we are shown it through the eyes of respect and adoration. Given the abundance of Native American characters within the pages, there is a hefty dose of metaphysical – natural teachings, lingo and rituals, which I personally devoured, dictionary and internet at hand. (It is supposed to be fiction, right?) Drinking & debauchery, of course, slither in as needed. The injection of humor eases the intensity of content, blunders and missteps allow a humanistic perspective when broaching an almost peyote infused ride into desert, mountains and prairies. It’s a quasi-vision quest of trances and dreams, an incestuous amalgamation that transcends the wild, wild, west to the Canadian banks of Lake Huron where he is still defying implications of trickster. People know the previous owner of the body he inhabits. They want better answers. All aware that his kind do exist, that there is that possibility, there is contemplation on what, where & how to culminate. A combination of of John Carpenter's “Starman” / Beatty/Henry’s “Heaven’s Gate” / Hunter Thompson’s Fear & Loathing / Jeff Noon’s Vurt or just about any Carlos Castaneda, Round Earth, Open Sky is fast-paced and covers multiple genres and fulfills in each. Witty, deep, violent & sensual. In final scene intensity, words before you, you still cannot blink, lest you miss that transformation, that flash of light, that perfect shot that finishes his journey. Loose ends tie up into a nice dreamcatcher to hang over you as tidbits flit into your slumber. Oh, for sure they will.
I applaud the creativity behind this book. While I have created poems/snippets around a found photograph, I dare venture into a novel full of them. AnI applaud the creativity behind this book. While I have created poems/snippets around a found photograph, I dare venture into a novel full of them. And what creative lives he has given them. A group of "peculiar" children with amazing talents, supernatural, if you please.. that survive in a protected time loop away from the past & future. Able to venture in and out, they bring back a hero to the tale and the adventure begins. I'm sure this will become a series, as there are so many more monsters to slay and loops to slip into. ...more
Always love a book that starts me out laughing and Janet's almost always do. Her books are perfect for in between. They're quick, light and uplifting.Always love a book that starts me out laughing and Janet's almost always do. Her books are perfect for in between. They're quick, light and uplifting. This seems to be the first in a new series, so looking forward to stacking these on my shelves alongside the heavier tomes. ...more
The first of her books, "House On Tradd Street", I picked up because I had stayed on that street while in Charleston and felt a tug. It was amusing anThe first of her books, "House On Tradd Street", I picked up because I had stayed on that street while in Charleston and felt a tug. It was amusing and enjoyable. This one was as well, tho there were a few segue issues and some parts left unfinished, as if it was a hurry to get done book. The parts that were in depth were quite so and the climatic scene was, tho even given it being fiction, some aspects of it were a tad askew. I like her books & will continue to read more, but hope things tighten up for future issues..
This one just didn't make it for me. Maybe I just missed having Gram & Joe, but it wasn't as madcap zany as her rest. I should just stick with theThis one just didn't make it for me. Maybe I just missed having Gram & Joe, but it wasn't as madcap zany as her rest. I should just stick with the numbers....more
WOMAN INTO WOLF by Alysse Aallyn – Murder as Fine Art-The Midnight Reader / 978-1-59712-289-4 / 240pps / $12.95 www.TheMidnightReader.com
Sub title stWOMAN INTO WOLF by Alysse Aallyn – Murder as Fine Art-The Midnight Reader / 978-1-59712-289-4 / 240pps / $12.95 www.TheMidnightReader.com
Sub title states “A TrueCrimeTale” .. of which I add, Lordy, I hope not. Persephone (Persey) is the main character and a subservient whisper to her overly macho husband, Roy. Roy is the surviving twin of a juxtaposition of character flaws from a well to do divorced family. A murky excuse gurgles as to the exact cause of the deceased twin’s cause of death. Money does have its secrets and this one plays a major role in this drama. Roy’s all about appearance and Persey serves as the perfect accessory to whatever he happens to have on, tiny in all the right places and not so in the best. (He expects dinner & seduction ready when he walks in the door from work.) Roy is especially fond of flaunting his trophy wife to his war-buddy best friend, Jarod, who is now a police officer. In an overly chummy, bro-mance, these two epitomize the white-boy club bravado in every way. Jarod is the bane of Persey’s existence, (or at least, the prime one) and constantly flirts in unrespectful ways in every available situation. A Lothario of epic proportions, he claims nothing but love for little Persephone. Persey may exemplify a Stepford Wife, but she’s more the Katherine Ross role and plays her own hand at manipulations. Forced into a show-off party, she manages time enough off her husband’s arm to meet a crime profiler who tells her about a string of homicides he’s working on and believes to be the work of a serial killer. She’s intrigued by the research and more so the danger involved. Not a good thing for a bored housewife with time to spare and a very obvious macabre side to her. Sequestered in her mother-in-law-bought home, she dresses as Roy dictates, decorates as her mother-in-law suggests and sneaks out during the day to break free of her confines with her dog, Digger. Pushing her own boundaries, she calculates possible kill sites (or drop off points) for the aforementioned serial killer and drives herself and Digger out to investigate one. Seems she’s a natural, as she stumbles upon a decaying body exactly where she assumed one would be. She then calls the detective she met at the party and starts a quasi-professional friendship with him. Keeping her find on the QT, so as not to bring her into the case, they soon fall into tête-à-tête regularity of him feeding her information and she giving her intuitions. (He, of course, dismisses them each time.) From his line of suspects, she’s told information on her husband’s twin that starts to crumble her ivory tower. Is he, or is he not dead? Persey first confronts the mother, a septuagenarian kook with a selective memory and Hell-bent desire for grandchildren and gets a rendition not so jake with Roy’s. Oh, how this plot twists and spins. As Persey works her detecting, Roy & Jarod work her. A favor for Jarod happens her upon the fresh kill of his estranged wife. She contemplates Jarod, the detective thinks more the twin, while Jarod & Roy blame Persey’s best friend, a married bi-sexual father, who the freshly deceased adamantly flirted with at the party of parties. Seems Roy wants any and all distractions out of their life so they can start a family in isolation. Well, not total isolation, there is Jarod, after all. Jarod of history, Jarod of good gene pool, Jarod of viable sperm when Roy finds his are tailless. Oh, oh, oh. So when distraught Jarod joins them for dinner and the wine is served and served and served, we can almost expect the switcheroo in the bedroom, but assuredly not the lacksy-daisy acceptance by all afterwards. Roy’s hope that the seed took and Jarod’s doubling it with an added hope of Persey taking, too, is a little too buddy-buddy, me thinks. But she manages to work the “rape” to her advantage and starts working the crime scenes a little harder and deeper, all the while being aided by subconscious dream state teachings from “the bird-lady” who played a quintessential role in her youth. These scenes are the most confusing… not being entirely sure whether it’s a story line or Persey’s own fear-induced imagination taking over. But her teachings are what give Persey her courage and tenacity and therefore, relevant. Then there is the final chapters where all the secrets fall open and the culprits are exposed. It was unexpected and intense. It was believable and cunning. Needless to say, Persey cracks the case and hands the detective his killer and a bonus case, already solved. ...more