Mel C. Thompson is a writer of social commentary often centering on the oppressive roles of greed, religion and sexual taboos. He is also a very philosophical and somewhat religiously liberal person who often couches his fiction in what might loosely be called "theological comedy." He was also a publisher and published other authors and himself under his Mel C. Thompson Publishing Company label, along with other labels like Cyborg Productions, Blue Beetle Press and Citi-Voice Magazine. As an amateur musician and part-time radio personality, he appeared on KMEL as a nerd rapper and geek-philosopher. He earlier wrote Buddhist hymns and ordinary pop songs and posted many of them on YouTube. He survived as a security guard and temporary office worker for decades before going out on disability due to a host of physical and mental health problems. Before then he wrote and published thousands of pages of poetry.
on Sep. 29, 2017 :
Mel C. Thompson's new job-centric memoir is a short and not-so-sweet ride through the sheer economic Hell of Southern California. In a matter of a few pages, Thompson manages to give as vivid a sketch of the utter cruelty and barbarism of California - and its hypocritical veneer of liberal humanity - as any belabored long-form treatise on same. To put it bluntly, in post-Reagan La-La Land, If you are poor, creative and/or diagnosable, you are s**t out of luck. Late model capitalism is a bloodthirsty vampire which spits out the destitute and the marginal like so many bits of waste peanut shells. There are short term jobs described herein which are hilarious, but most of them are hair-raising, and remind the reader how damn lucky he is to have a roof over his head. One of the saddest episodes regards the author's sojourn in a San Francisco hospital in the late 1980s, where he saw hundreds of young men die slowly and painfully from the new monster disease AIDs, the vast majority completely abandoned by family and friends, left to waste away alone and unloved. If this isn't Hell, I don't know what is. Reminded me a lot of Tom Kromer's harrowing Depression-era memoir, Waiting for Nothing. Highly recommended, but be sure you have a strong stomach for man's inhumanity to man.
(review of free book)