Packing

I have been packing books, books, books, books, books, books, books, books, books, books, books, books, so many books. This is the time when I really hate books. But still I would never have a Kindle or some other device that they are trying to sell me. I will only buy a Nook if that Nook could blow me while I was reading a naughty book. And so as I was packing away my beloved books I came across a real jewel. When it comes to being punched in the face and turned upside down nobody does it better than Seth Morgan’s Homeboy. When I first read this book it literally blew my socks off. I think they landed in my neighbor’s breakfast. I only put the book down once I had licked the sweat off the front and back cover. I gripped that book like I would a motorbike handlebar as it zipped one hundred and twenty down some straight highway in Indiana. As I would a biker’s chick as she was retelling me her history of being on the ride with a real biker. Seth Morgan’s Homeboy is covered in penitentiary tattoos, and it reeks of penitentiary disinfectant, and it calls you a motherfucker if you look at it too long. I still have the Indian ink tattoos on my finger tips.

I just got my copy of Playboy through the mail. To my great delight in this month’s issue is the great Robert Coover. I have never skipped the girls, but I did this time. If you haven’t read any Robert Coover you should. Pricksongs & Descants is masterful.

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Paul Kavanagh’s ‘The Killing of a Bank Manager‘ is out now, priced £7.99/$12.99.