July 10 1990 I went out with some friends to commiserate the end of my latest 6 week romance, and smiled at a shy and sweet boy across the room. We danced to Yazoo “Don’t Go,” and he didn’t.
NEW BOOK: Clarence transports whatever needs transporting – drugs, money, women – and he does whatever needs doing, up to and including murder. Until one day his life, his work and his pleasures collide in a way you won’t see coming…
It’s a book about the monster in all of us, and what happens when that monster gets loose. And it’s a book, I think, about learning to live with the monster and the consequences of our actions.
One of the best books he’s ever written.
It’s funny what you remember – and what you forget. Especially on days when the world shifts. I remember growing up in Dublin. I remember being surrounded by love; my family was a small unit, but a solid one. It was us against the world and the weapon we had to...
This week I read at a Virtual Noir at the Bar, watched TV, Enjoyed great books, and reminisced on Festivals past. Pull up a chair. Pour a coffee. Join me.
In which I write about week eleventy-nine of Lockdown, Readings, new books, walking, and Squirrel Aggro.