Heartworm Press and 23 WLVS are proud to present Twilight Man, the new 100-page memoir by Boyd Rice. Twilight Man follows Rice through San Francisco’s darkest crevices during his time as a responder for the Twilight Alarm Company.
To be released Halloween 2011. First pressing limited to 1000 copies.
Introduction from Twilight Man:
Chinatown. When the tourists empty the streets, the rats come out. When the neon turns off is when I’m on the clock. I carry a gun. I’m an alarm agent. Chinatown is another world, existing separate and distinct from the world that surrounds it. It is a city within a city, perhaps even a town within a city. Think you know or understand it - you’re wrong. Beneath its quaint facade lurks a hidden world with its own hidden history and its own hidden laws. It’s a world I inhabit on an almost nightly basis, from around midnight ‘til dawn. If you’re a businessman in the district, I’m your best friend, the only living soul keeping a watchful eye on your assets when the streets are empty but for rodents, night and fog.
If you’re a lowlife trying to rip off those businesses, I’m paid to stop you. My job is simple. If an alarm goes off in an establishment, I’m informed by radio and dispatched to the address. If the place appears to be secure and unmolested I call it in as a false alarm. If someone is up to no good, I take ‘em down. My tag is agent 1225, and I work for Twilight Alarm Company. This is my story.
American experimental sound artist under the monicker of NON since the mid-1970s, archivist, actor, photographer, author, member of the Partridge Family Temple religious group, co-founder of the UNPOP art movement and current staff writer for Modern Drunkard Magazine.
Boyd Rice is controversial for supposedly having social-darwinist extremist tendecies.
This is my favorite book by Boyd. Super fun to read and over too soon. It's like a combination of On the Road and The Shield tv show combined. If only someone would make this into a flick or TV Session for everyone to enjoy!
By no means a literary masterpiece, "Twilight Man" is undoubtedly a pleasurable read and a more "personal" look at the infamous artist that "everyone (or at least rabid leftist types) loves to hate." Essentially, "Twilight Man" fills some of the void regarding Rice's personal life in SF that is missing from Larry Wessel's "Iconoclast." Although not nearly as "apocalyptic" as advertised, "Twilight Man" certainly captures the stark zeitgeist of Rice's early adult years in degenerate SF.
If none of this is exaggerated, this would be my dream job. Boyd Rice is a pioneering industrial musician and the father of the modern noise underground, as well as author, actor, and counter culture iconoclast. This is his memoir of his days as an Alarm Agent in San Francisco. Maybe his critics and detractors are just jealous of him getting paid to have adventures that they couldn't dream of having. I know I'm envious. Minus falling down a hole into a rats nest. Like, a Shit ton of rats. No thanks. Even tho I never met him, I'm sure the old man would have enjoyed this.
If you’re familiar with any of Boyd Rice’s works you’ll have a fairly good idea of what you’re in for. Working as a security personal set to protect various buildings and warehouses in San Francisco during the 1980s. In Twilight Man Boyd successfully captures a city teeming on the edges of full blown paranoia and apocalyptic societal collapse with stories of psychosis, homelessness, murder, rape, white nationalism, black nationalism, prostitution, strip clubs, corruption, puke, tragedy, you get the idea. Not for the squeamish however if you enjoy tales concerning the dark seedy underbelly of what could be any modern city then buckle up because you’re in for a ride! Only criticisms are the stories could have been far more elaborate and the book as a whole double the length! (Roughly 106 pages) I simply wanted more. However Boyd seems to be a fan of his writings being sharp and to the point and perhaps that’s what makes this short memoir so enticing.
A tak na serio, to cóż mogę powiedzieć - zwykły pojeb, który ma mindset 14-latka, który dopiero usłyszał o III Rzeszy czy Hitlerze, pozdrawiam... ale nie Boyda...... jego akurat nie.