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Will possibly be out of communique for the foreseeable future racing around Europe. If ya get to missing me score one of my books. Hey, what can I say? someone has to plug my books!
Ethel Rohan, author of ‘Out of Dublin’ on Curt Rude's writing. "Overall, great writing style. Reminds me of Rushdie: internal, emotionally complicated, and dualistic. Delivered with a sensitivity and awareness that is underrated. In one word his work is Awesome!"
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Jack McMurphy said it best . . . "But I tried, though, goddammit, I sure as hell did that much now didn't I?"
Thanks for the kind thoughts dear readers. Agreed, my stories end with a bang and involve unique murders and storylines that are germane to the world we live in. Going to put pieces of a school shooter up on this blog as we spiral toward the good life. So what would the fox say?
Get to run around Amsterdam, Germany, Innsbruck, Italy and finally Spain. Chronicles for the Bold and Brave on tour I guess. Thanks go out to all who've made this possible.
Gotta wonder why I'm the most rejected poster on 'Open Web'. Guess I'll stick to my brand of truth. Strength comes with respecting differences of opinion.
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Very 'special' murder committed in this story. The murder weapon is, well, unusual. Why not identify it? I'm a author selling books, give me a brake.
PTSD by no other name, this story is as germane today, as the day it was written. Damn shame. Hit me up with a question rewarding this story. If you've been affected, please share.
Be really interesting to meet up with the good folks of Ukraine. These folks know, first hand, what pain and suffering is all about.
Many thanks for the folks in Missoula who took time to hear a little old author out. Onward to Wisconsin for a book signing, where I hope a hundred books will cover it. Don't want to run out, right Mr. William Kent Krueger? Thanks for the tips and words of encouragement!
It would seem the best judge of character is found in disagreements. If someone gets totally off base, do they land in the Name Calling Zone or raise their voices? Who needs a lie detector? Walk away from entrenched thinking. Enough said?
Be safe out there today. Remember there is a crowd of lawyers out there who want your last dime. Don't believe me . . . look at Elon Mucks bill for legal work on his behave.
The Last Gargoyle
—Friedrich Nietzsche “Art
is the proper task of life.”
Happiest larks in the meadow are the
idiots. Look at one of ’em sometime and tell me I ain’t spot on. I know … I
know, I’m not supposed to think it, but that don’t make it any less truthful.
If somebody go and call you a moron how that make you feel? The whole ‘created
equal’ deal didn’t take into account the fact some got blessed with big brains
and some hardly have the sense God gave a goose. I’m not all bad. I usually
don’t pick on the less fortunate just because I can. No. I’m all about
challenges is all there is to it. I live in a free country and choose to
befriend fellas who can maintain their end of a conversation. So I’m the first
one to admit I got ugly when a nitwit somehow figured he good enough to
befriend me.
I didn’t see it coming ’til it was too late. The janitor wiped his nose on my sleeve. Not acceptable in my world. Oh, nobody seen him do it, but they sure heard me. I called him a thing or two. I just so happen to pack a thing called a temper, not that that’s an excuse or anything. Boy, let me tell you I felt like I got it all wrong in no time flat. It was like everyone thought I should be kind and understanding and not defend myself at all. Well, I stared down the simpleton, realizing I couldn’t hate him anymore even if I tried really hard. He was grinning, but not over anything he’d just did. Grinning seemed to be his preferred manner. The whole thing just bugged me enough to not go to class. I mean I’m not going to sit in class watching snot dry on my sleeve. I got pointed in the direction of my van, but flopped down on the first bench I passed. I sat tight, visualizing the act of vengeance that went from a slap to mowing down nitwits with my van. The pint of vodka came in handy. It helped fuel thoughts of what I’d do to equal the score. Before I got going again, I had decided I would avenge this great wrong. How this was to be done I did not know.
I'm asked over and over again which of the stories I wrote that I like the best. Many variables go into crafting a story. At least for me. So I truly pen point an absurdity in the world we share and I hammer on it. 'The Last Gargoyle' regards differences in values, compounded by drinking, that ends in an explosive ending. It is an all to true work though it is in fact 'Realistic Fiction'. Enjoy.
Guess I'm about to jump the creek. Looking forward to hanging out with readers in Germany-Austria-Italy and Spain. Start thinking about the questions now. First question is usually which story I wrote that I like the best. Also, am excited about hanging with some of Europe's best.
And so it is, all my stories regard suffering and the smash up of this thing referred to as the human experience. Sad but true. Look and wonder. Is this necessary?
Less pain and suffering in this world we call home please.