From the Inside Flap
...what a depressing hymn book of disaster in culture! Beyond the deaths from over-indulgence, lifestyle diseases and sheer banality there are the stories of pursuit of desired objects of puberty in bi-polar dotages, poetry suppressed, unrequited love of antiques, lifetimes spent within two blocks and the sound of echoed laughter...
About the Author
Richard Rathwell is not Dono, nor is he Hank. He is a full-time author living in London. He has written the novels 'The Bush: Hank the Aid Detective' and 'The Borderline: Casebook Translations' and five casebooks, of which this is one.
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Last thing before bed on Saturday. The end paragraph on the four corners of the world you should add 'where rain, rivers and children go.'
Also go to your world music store and get a disc of Oum Kalthoum. She sang every day in Egypt so that the streets were empty at 4 o'clock (something in Cairo) while people wept in private over lost love and Palestine. This was the 70's before a cataclysm. I listened to her on mad drives across the desert to simple hospitals where my staff were on drips from shootings and car accidents in the time of the Gulf War and the return of the 'Afghanis' to their villages (as did all the people listen). Play it and listen. Look her up; you can download.
I mistook their deep and dramatic sighs in the office for annoyances and their dark robes for lack of style. The women dressed like couches and the men like gigolos but they were as lions and snakes.
I pray there is no war. I fed the children in the City of the Dead. White, dusty and without expression. Fat warriors took R&R in Luxor in the Hilton.