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The Cheek Perforation Dance
The new novel about date from the author of Kissing England. A He Said/She Said novel that tells the dramatic story of a compulsive, obsessive, profoundly carnal love affair between a rich North London princess and a bolshy a love affair that somehow ends up in the gladiatorial arena of Court Number 18, the Old Bailey. But it isn’t just a courtroom drama, nor is it just a highly sexed love story. In its examination of and the issue of , at the contemporary
lynch law we apply to love and lust, it offers a startling new look at the savage and eternal war between the sexes.
lynch law we apply to love and lust, it offers a startling new look at the savage and eternal war between the sexes.
288 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2002
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Sean Thomas
3 booksSean Thomas was born in 1963, in Devon. A full-time journalist, in recent years his work has appeared in The Times, The Sunday Times and the Sunday Telegraph. He lives in London and is unmarried.
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September 8, 2013
He was wrestling with his sentences.
She was trying to cram the sense back into words.
He was breaking paragraphs into pieces with his bare hands.
She was remembering something which was something about birds.
His sentence was five years too long.
She couldn't cry at all.
His plot was gnarled and knotted.
She knew she needed something in her life she would have to pay someone to instal.
His arguments were like something wriggling and thrown overboard in a sack.
She needed to forget a few things in a hurry.
He knew his life was becoming too abstract.
She knew she had to get back but she didn't know how far back.
They could have met but they didn't, it was a close thing.
But if they had the syntax would have jammed like an inconvenient door.
What had happened was too difficult to connect to what could happen
And their mouths not used to asking for anything more.
**
(note - this is nothing to do with The Cheek Perforation Dance. I just woke up in the middle of last night and it was in my head so I wrote it down and stuck it here....)
She was trying to cram the sense back into words.
He was breaking paragraphs into pieces with his bare hands.
She was remembering something which was something about birds.
His sentence was five years too long.
She couldn't cry at all.
His plot was gnarled and knotted.
She knew she needed something in her life she would have to pay someone to instal.
His arguments were like something wriggling and thrown overboard in a sack.
She needed to forget a few things in a hurry.
He knew his life was becoming too abstract.
She knew she had to get back but she didn't know how far back.
They could have met but they didn't, it was a close thing.
But if they had the syntax would have jammed like an inconvenient door.
What had happened was too difficult to connect to what could happen
And their mouths not used to asking for anything more.
**
(note - this is nothing to do with The Cheek Perforation Dance. I just woke up in the middle of last night and it was in my head so I wrote it down and stuck it here....)
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