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Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter Fifty-Four Keith looked panicked. “What’s wrong?” “Your daughter just kicked me, that’s what! I think she bruised a rib!” “I’m sorry she’s so hard on you, luv.” I gave Keith a knowing smile. “You said she. I heard you.” He gave me a sheepish look. “Only because you’ve conditioned . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 54 – By Holly Homan The New York Times has posted a review of The Journals of Spalding Gray by Nell Casey. The review, written by Ron Rosenbaum, aptly analyzes Casey’s book and tenderly delivers Rosenbaum’s own thumbnail rendering of Gray’s life and work as a monologuist/actor. Some quotes are below, the full review is here: “And then he . . . → Read More: The Journals of Spalding Gray
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter Fifty-Three “Really?” Keith turned on the lamp, looking like a kid with a new toy. “Let me feel.” He put his hands on my stomach. “I don’t feel anything.” “Maybe it was nothing. I’m going back to sleep.” The next few days I felt those flutters again and my . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 53 – By Holly Homan Chapter Fifty-Two The last week of August arrived and we were again crammed in that wretched van headed for Brighton. We arrived at the hotel to find it swarming with kids in punk attire. The band was immediately bombarded for autographs. Keith and I barely escaped into the lift. “We have two hours before . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 52 – By Holly Homan
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter Fifty-Five “Well, dear, you’re not only pregnant, but about two months along,” the nurse said. I sat in shock. “Pregnant? I can’t be. We’ve taken precautions.” I tried remembering back two months and remembered that first night after learning of the untimely demise of my father. “But the only . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 51 – By Holly Homan Chapter Fifty I ran and ran before collapsing against a boulder. The waves crashing to the shore only reminded me of the angry words I last spoke to my father. My whole body shook and I cried my eyes out. I wanted to reverse time to change my last visit. I was so angry . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 50 – By Holly Homan
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter Forty-Nine “It’s your father,” she sobbed. “He died in his sleep some time last night.” “What are you saying?” “I wish it was all some horrible mistake . . .” All I could do at this point was scream, “No, you’re wrong. He’s only 48. You don’t die in . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 49 – By Holly Homan
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter Forty-Eight The guitar’s neck was broken clean off. “What have those incompetent arseholes done?” Keith screamed. “Fuckin’ aye!” Ryan echoed. “Why now?” “I need to be on stage at one of the biggest festivals in the world and these imbeciles destroy my guitar!” I noticed the others inspecting . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 48 – By Holly Homan
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter Forty-Seven “It would look bad if I turned them down.” “Your willingness to give up our time to go off and jam with people makes me realize I’m not as important as your music.” “Come on, luv, be fair. Other musicians are noticing us. It’s an honor to be . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 47 – By Holly Homan
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter forty-Six “A ghost?” I questioned. “It was fucking spooky. A bird about fifteen or so in old-fashioned clothes,” a bloke from School Lunch said. A club employee spoke up. “Yeah, there’s the ghost of a young girl here. I’ve never seen her, but others have.” “I knew there was . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 46 – By Holly Homan Chapter Forty-Five The backstage door opened and a disheveled man as tall as he was wide, stepped out. He sported a scraggly beard and his hair looked like he never combed or trimmed it. “Oi, who goes there, friend or foe?” he quipped. Ryan was already at the back of the van opening the . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 45 – By Holly Homan
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter Forty-Four I took the cash box to Ryan. “I made nearly five hundred quid for you blokes tonight, not that you appreciate it.” “Oh, great. Can you bring back the other boxes?” I glared at him. “You’re more than twice my size. You do it!” I went across the . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 44 – By Holly Homan
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter Forty-Three “I don’t fucking care so piss off!” Keith yelled back. “You better fucking care! This could be our break. You’re spoiling everything.” “Go on,” I said. “I won’t go until you promise you’ll be here when I get back.” I sat up and pushed the . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 43 – By Holly Homan I picked up the small cello bag, not sure I really saw the small white pills showing through what was obviously marijuana. My heart sank to my feet. Darkness enveloped me. I lost all interest in finding the club and felt like catching the next train back to London. How could Keith be using . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 42 – By Holly Homan Chapter Forty-One
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling I slept in installments all night, finally getting up around eight. As expected, Keith was still passed out. After taking advantage of the free breakfast, there were two hours before we were leaving. There was time to paint one picture. I wandered a bit before happening upon an . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 41 – By Holly Homan
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter Forty I realized it was the Piss Ants’ van as it screeched to a stop inches from the throngs. Ryan rolled down the window. “Get in, quick!” We didn’t argue as Jimmy opened the back door and we dashed in at lightning speed. Ryan hit the horn, stomped . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 40 – By Holly Homan
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter Thirty-Nine I woke a sleepy eye and and saw the clock. “La vache! It’s past eleven!” “Blimey,” Keith groaned. “We forgot to set the alarm.” Within seconds, Ryan banged on the door. “You need to turn in your key now or pay another night’s lodging!” “We’re coming!” . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 39 – By Holly Homan
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter Thirty-Eight I was awakened the next morning by Keith’s kisses. “What time is it?” I moaned. “It’s ten,” Keith replied, still kissing me I sat up suddenly. “La vache! They stop serving free breakfast at eleven.” “I’ll buy us breakfast after I find a bank,” Keith said, adding caresses . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 38 – By Holly Homan
I don’t know whether or to what degree y’all may be fans of Holmes & Watson, or intrigued by Conan Doyle’s forays into the Occult, but this Michael Dirda piece showed up on Facebook today, from the current issue of THE PARIS REVIEW, and I thought I’d pass it along. http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2011/09/21/a-doyle-man/ . . . → Read More: Michael Dirda’s Fine Conan Doyle Piece, By Tom Kipp
Illustration by Christina Dominguez-Starling Chapter Thirty-Seven Keith didn’t stir so I climbed down. Meanwhile Ryan kept pounding. “Get up. We have a ferry to catch!” “I’m up,” I yelled. The banging stopped, so I assumed Ryan was just getting us up. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the clock. How could . . . → Read More: Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 37 – By Holly Homan |
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