Lake Charles: A Coming of Age Tale

Everybody (hopefully) has one of those seminal "aha!" moments in life when something clicks, and they put away their childish things. You grow up and quit being a kid. My protag Brendan Fishback in Lake Charles undergoes the same transformation.

He's already been arrested for the murder of his girlfriend Ashleigh, and is out on bail. So, he takes off for Lake Charles to loaf and fish with his best pal Cobb and his twin sister Edna (who's now separated from Cobb).

Of course nothing works out like you plan for it in these tales. Before the day is finished, Edna has come up missing, and our boys are attacked by unknown hostiles. We soon learn just why, and what they're up against.

This is right about the time that Brendan realizes he doesn't like this hazardous place of being behind the eight ball all the time. He decides he better grow up once he gets past all this strife. He fears the next time he might not be so lucky.

In this way, Lake Charles is a coming of age novel while it's also a noir and adventure story.

By Ed Lynskey
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Published on July 31, 2011 02:14 Tags: ed-lynskey, lake-charles
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Michele bookloverforever my coming of age came in 2 parts: the first in May, 1977 when my now ex spouse tried to strangle me (I had to wear a neckscarf for a week to hide the fingerbruises) and then smashed my head against the kitchen floor 17 times and left me unconscious on the floor. I came to with my 8 yr old son crying and shaking my shoulder trying to wake me up. I realized 2 things: 1) I'd rather be an alive bad catholic than a dead good catholic & 2)It was better for my son & I to be poor and safe than middle class and afraid for our lives. The 2nd came when I turned my rage into a movement to create a women's crises center in my hometown for the survivors of rape and battering. I got so much out of that experience. The verbal/sniping war went on as my ex tried desperately to turn my son against me. I was smart enough to just love my son and keep my mouth shut about his father's less than sterling qualities. 34 yrs later and my son and I keep in touch frequently. He calls his dad rarely.


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