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The End of the World
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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It would seem the whole world has been taken hostage, and I'm the one to fix things...
A sunny day, a girl, mute and submissive beneath her armed captor, I'm quick, tired of the bullshit, I pull out my 45 and pop him. She doesn't look at me, she's in a state of perpetual cowed-ness...
Past her, now an assembly of people, a few armed terrorists patrolling them, they sit with their eyes bowed towards the grass, I make short work of the terrorists, strangely the people don't seem thankful, the terrorist boss comes out, I cap him as well, quick, efficient, but strangely nobody seems grateful...
...The terrorists, it seems they've managed to hook up some sort of doomsday device, if their demands weren't met every nuclear weapon in the world would go off, nobody thought to tell me, anyways it's too late, what's done is done and it's every man for himself...
...of course there really isn't much chance of survival, none at all really, and now I'm with a faceless, unidentifiable significant other in the basement of an old (church, building?), we're below grade, sheltered from the nuclear explosions, outside, on the high seas, there are waves and the ocean's boiling, hundreds of nuclear submarines are surfacing like whales to shoot off their missiles, battleships emptying their doomsday arsenals, then turning over to die upon the ocean waves, ....
I've decided not to give up so easily. There's a flood coming, the icecaps are melting, and, sure, the radiation will kill us all, but it's instinct to try and survive. I smash out the basement windows to allow the water easy access, then begin lashing ropes to the ceiling of the basement, the floor of the church/house, when the flood comes and carries this away it will carry us with it, who knows where to?....
Water begins pouring through the windows and filling up the cellar, the house/church begins to rise in the waves and I pull her close to me, we've got the ropes and whatever flotsam we could scavenge from the basement, the future's grim but we're going to give it a try...
Louis De Bernieres - A Partisan's Daughter
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Now I saw this at a thrift-shop and as I like Louis De Bernieres and have been on a bit of a reading roll I picked it up.
It's good.
But, less on the review front I read it and begin to recognize myself - the plot - a middle aged man falls for a young Yugoslavian Girl (Serbian). That's plenty. No spoilers here. But there's the curious symmetries - heroin lives in Clapham - I lived in Clapham - Heroin is a Serbian Hostess in a Hostess Bar in Soho - oddly enough, my housemate was a Bosnian Hostess at a Hostess bar in Soho...and the stories, well, fictionalized for sure, but one recognizes enough places and parallels to ones own life to wonder...
A curious coincidence, timing, whatever, that took me back to the day...
David Thorne: I'll Go Home Then; It's warm and has chairs
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Funniest book I've read since...well, for a while. Collections of Mr. Thorne's emails with the unwitting, unwary and, for lack of appropriate un-word, stupid. With their replies. Loads of LULZ.
Spies & Janus
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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(Tired, head cold, bad/odd dreams)
I'm up the street, there's a black guy, famous actor, not photogenic, he's working on a steel plate set in the road. A car pulls up, people get out, he uses a bar to pull aside the steel plate and beneath it there's a narrow hole into the earth, they walk up to it deliberately, fall into it, it's rough hewn like clay, they disappear into the earth and I think to myself "spies, definitely...". The car disappears. Another car pulls up, the situation repeats, he pulls aside the boilerplate with a crowbar, they step into the hole, one is too big to fall down so he begins whacking them with a shovel, forcing them down the hole, the whacking turns them into clay as well, like an animation by Svankmajer, eventually they disappear down the hole.
I've got to go to a friends, I walk far around the hole, I don't want the black guy attending the hole to see that I've been watching, I know he's bad news, a high rise nearby to visit some friends but now the black guy is walking towards me, a half smile on his face, slowly, he wants me to get into the hole as well, I don't want to, but he's coming after me with that awful inevitability, slowly, inviting me to step into the hole, I wake from the dream disturbed and thinking of the word "Janus"...
(made a mental note to remember that dream, there's no light or pad in the bedroom, there was more, the head cold providing an unending stream of bad inspirations and dreams...)
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