Oh for the bleeding hearts of artists. Darkness, despair and a lonely existence persists for David; once the talk of the art world now selling to just one client. The answer to his ills; vodka, his love, his life, his inspiration and motivation that without it where would he be? The nightmares of his past haunt him; the curse lurks around every corner, just one stupid customer buying all he paints, what good is that?
Unless said customer has something bizarre up his sleeve, he certainly is a demanding sort, he delivers Marie, the model for David to work with. Determine to keep it professional David avoids noticing her beauty but can he keep it up? Tricky, where has he seen her before?
It’s a wonderful modern romance fable with a mysterious twisty bit.
I was born in the Fling Dynasty of a small planet known as Duncan in a galaxy far, far away. My humble parents, believing the planet was on the eve of destruction, sent me off as a baby in an egg-shaped craft and I landed here on planet Earth in the spring of 1973. I was later to discover through a cavern of ice, as you do, that the planet was fine all the time and it was just a particularly nasty prank by my father’s mates down the pub. I landed in a deep jungle and was raised by a company of wolves, learning to live as they did. Until one day when a naughty tiger with a very English accent came along and I was whisked away by a black panther and a jazz singing bear to a man-village. It wasn’t the tiger I was worried about; it was the American cartoon producer following on behind him.
It was at the village that I won a golden ticket to visit a chocolate factory where I fell into a river made of chocolate and was sucked up a pipe into a fudge room; happy days. It could have been worse; I heard some other kid turned into an exploding blueberry.
I lived at a coastal Inn for a while until an old sailor paid me a penny to look out for a legless seadog. In finding him I discovered a treasure map and was promptly whisked away by a sailor to a Caribbean island where I got into a bit of a rumble with some pirate radio DJ called Captain Tony Blackbeard. It was that or another holiday in Clacton.
At eleven I was taken away by a man with an uncanny resemblance to actor and comedian Robbie Coltrane to a school for wizards where I had to battle it out with some bald blue bloke who killed my parents, said he was a lawyer working for an author called JK Rolling or something. That wasn’t as bad as the frog flavoured semolina we had to eat for school dinner.
As I grew up and went to college I decided to give my favourite toys, a cowboy and a space ranger, away to a snotty girl from around the corner, nobody told me the cowboy was really Tom Hanks otherwise I would have given them away a lot sooner.
So, other than the time I was bitten by a rare spider and found myself with special arachnid powers which I used to defeat an evil leprechaun, I left college and it was all very uneventful.
Nowadays I have settled down to a family life and enjoy writing books, striving to be more like Bruce Bogtrotter every day. People say “where do you get your ideas from?” I tell them I have no idea, I've had such a boring, everyday life.
If you really can be bothered to know more about me why don’t you visit my website at www.darrenworrow.webs.com and find out even more honest facts?
This intriguing novel has it all—art, alcoholism, loneliness, love, and the kind of questions about reality usually found in fantasy or science fiction. Alternately sweet, sad, and bitterly funny, the book careens along at breakneck speed to an unexpected at the beginning but perfect for the story resolution. The author has chosen a breezy narrative style that might drive the grammar police mad, but works perfectly for Dave, the main character and narrator. This book sat in my Kindle for a long while before I got to it. Now I wish I’d gotten to it a lot sooner. Recommended.