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3 Lurid Novels

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: For Sale

Published: 04 March 2019

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Lurid! Descriptive! And a damned sight better written than "50 Shades of Gray". But - sadly, the scenes are at best - well, lightly described and our poor protagonist could use some instruction in certain matters...

That said, this is the perfect book to whip out at your local cafe or while you're on the Bus to work. The cover just keeps on giving...

Yeah, haven't read this one. But again a great cover for reading in a coffeehouse...on the bus to work...in the unemployment line...in jail...

I actually know a lot of theatre people and I gotta say it's probably not at all fictional. In fact, I'll bet it doesn't even begin to cover some of the weird sh*t they get up to...I've read a couple of these, they're better written than "50 Shades...", but a lot less explicit, you're more or less just assured that everyone just grunted and had a good time.

 

Old Notes, Projects, Sketches,...

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Miscellany

Published: 03 March 2019

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Rip it up, rip it up. But I take a moment to peruse - not read - everything, and - a lot of it, most of it, appalling, but - remarkably, not all, and in the drawing arena I'm surprised to find a few sketches that aren't so bad. By which I don't mean good, just not the worst, I scan through, remember old ideas - briefly, we're breaking the logjam, there are fewer days ahead than behind, rip-it-up, rip-it-up,...

Overwhelming, because it's all my shit, if it was somebody elses, anybody elses, I could breeze through here in a day, for everyone it's the same, dealing with their own shit takes forever, dealing with somebody elses is easy.

I find some old notebooks of "wants and needs", diaries of my material ambitions, and surprising how many I realized, given my hunger, a lot of the shit I wanted 20, 25 years ago I now have, and laughable given that I'm in the process of getting rid of it all...

Another picker

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: For Sale

Published: 03 March 2019

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It's poor pickings, I haven't died and there's stuff I don't want to part with yet, there's an order to this diminishing of self, skewed towards big things first, then small, and smaller until finally the legion of things I haven't yet thought about yet.

After all the miscellaneous randoms the books will go, first by a half, then another half, then another, surely I don't need every book by Somerset Maughm, Nabokov even, "Ada", "Lolita" and "Pale Fire" will suffice, and so I'll work through the list, a couple of the best by my favorite authors, keep the reference, psychology, mythology, fairy tales, dictionaries of mythology, phrase and fable, and my books will become manageable, there will be room to live.

Another picker, random enquiries on Kijiji - thought it was a another one of those, YOU KNOW - just want to talk, but he came by, pleasant enough, he's here for the artist's models, he knows what they cost at the art store, as well, a chain mail glove, I suggest the fencing foils but he says no - his wife would kill him (then why the glove?), a pair of dumbells, a microphone stand. Maybe he's a picker, but he's got pretty eclectic tastes...

He asks about the story with the artists models - they're for figurative drawing, and I had written about a lady I had met down the street about 15 years ago who was selling all these paintings she had done, of the little mannequins posed in various settings, somehow she didn't understand that they were supposed to be placeholders for real people, and he's laughing, he thinks I was joking. I wasn't, I don't need to make much up, life surpasses me in absurdity at every turn. His English, it's not so good, and I'm always surprised when foreigners get my sense of humor, few enough of the locals do, and he's laughing harder now when I tell him it's true...

So another day, more shit gone, time now to unpack some more boxes...