Remember Mutually Assured Destruction? At age five,when the four minute warning sounded, my teachers took twenty minutes to evacuate the class to the nuclear bomb shelter. That troubled me. The next time the siren cranked up, I left the classroom and ran. When the four minutes were up I was sitting alone in the shelter. I’d let everybody down, I was a disgrace, a very naughty boy. Yes, I was naughty, but I was no fool. Did I need to be a fool to be good? I wondered. After that early lesson in self-sufficieny I plowed a lonely furrow, as the one who would break ranks and question rules.
Along the way I’ve accrued a wife, two children, two degrees, lots of experience, very little money – but a triple A credit rating, because I always pay my way. I’ve travelled with a backpack, run two businesses, practised in the law courts, worked in a lunatic asylum and laboured in construction.
Seventy years on I’m running out of ranks to break and rules to question, so I have to make them up. At five, I couldn’t make my case. My stories are a late comeback, picking at the foundations of of the big rules, the moral foundations, and exploring what might result when they fall.
As a child I read voraciously – everything. At fifteen every new novel I picked up was "stale", by the end of the first page I had that feeling of "deja lu", so, with nothing "fresh" to read, I gave up. Now, I understand there is only one story, the struggle between my version of good and your version of good, maybe His version of good - the battle of moral perspectives - of moral relativity. There are no white hats or black hats, all hats are grey, and by a moral illusion look white against a black background and black against a white background. When the background changes, the colour of the hat changes.
Now that I want to tell stories myself, I try to dress them in new clothes, but set them in reality, untanted and uninfluenced by the last fifty years of literary fashion, in the hope of achieving that elusive quality - “freshness.”
As death impends I write furiously in the hope that, if I hurry, I may finish two or three more “fresh” stories before I’m timed out.
on July 21, 2012 :
Fantastic, sizzling HOT book with a surprise ending. I love the way this author writes. I was right there, a fly on the wall watching all that hot, nasty sex! I connected with the female characters in this book, even though they lead a lifestyle that I would never want to live. You cannot help but understand what makes them become prostitutes. A must read that should not be free!
(review of free book)
on Nov. 04, 2011 :
I enjoyed this book. I knew Angeles City 20 years ago and it was a
place with stories to tell. It brought back happy memories for
me,though I never got up to some of the wild things some guys did. It
was pretty wild and I knew there were guys into offbeat scenes but I
never got into them. The bar scenes in this book are pretty much as I
remember them. There were loads of country girls looking for husbands.
I doubt things ever got so exciting or ended so well for them as it
does for the heroine of this book. It was a good story and I can
recommend it. The writer is different in many ways. He uses words to
relay a story and good useful information about the Philippines and
Angeles, which is rare. When I asked for any help in dealing with any
situation while in Angeles, people didn't share, but the this eBook
has a wealth of information that you won't find in a travel guide, and
can forewarn you if you intend to travel to the Philippines.
(reviewed within a month of purchase)
on Oct. 22, 2011 :
It’s book length but I wasn’t expecting an actual book. I was really sucked in by the principal character, that’s her speciality. And there’s a story and a plot. The location is also a bit different, this isn’t a domestic sex romp which makes it a bit more interesting. Also the sex is a bit bizarre so it comes across as a bit different. I’ll read it a few times so its worth a couple of quid.
(reviewed within a week of purchase)