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Author Archives: Lloydville
THE SIXTIES
GO TELL THE SPARTANS
You fall in love with someone who sees you as the best you can imagine yourself to be. You fall out of love with them when you realize that they see you as you know yourself to be, just as fucked-up as everyone else is.
None of this is really about love.
Love is a pact between two totally fucked-up people “to uphold each other in joy”. It’s an agreement to rendezvous and stand your ground at Thermopylae.
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A WESTERN MOVIE LOBBY CARD FOR TODAY
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THE SEA, THE SEA
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THE CAVE OF THE STORM NYMPHS
I’m sure I’ll wash up here one of these days. What a way to go . . .
By Sir Edward John Poynter, 1903 — with thanks to Jessica Ritchey.
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YOUNG CUSTER
The Peninsula Campaign, 1862.
With thanks to Paul Pearson . . .
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A PAPERBACK COVER FOR TODAY
SUMMER
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BE STILL, MY HEART
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A NORMAN ROCKWELL FOR TODAY
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SUMMER READING FOR FREE
In honor of the start of summer yesterday, my Kindle novel Bloodbath will be available free today, Sunday, 22 June.
Bloodbath is a neo-noir pulp thriller — short, violent and dirty. At the center of it is Tim Holt, a battle-scarred vet, now a soldier of fortune working the darker byways of Latin America in 1954. When a job in Guatemala goes way wrong he’s thrown together with a beautiful young woman who, like him, is bent on revenge — but the cost of it is going to be higher than either of them could possibly imagine.
The book has no redeeming moral or social message whatsoever. It’s sole ambition is to resemble the sort of lurid paperback thriller you might pick up at a drugstore or train station in the 1950s, read quickly and think, “Well, that was fun.”
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DINNER AT DAWN, BREAKFAST AT MIDNIGHT
Had a great dinner with Scott Bradley around dawn yesterday at McMullan’s Irish Pub, a most reliable local open around the clock every day of the year, serving first-rate pub food and a fine selection of beer and ale on tap.
When the smoking laws arrived in Las Vegas, McMullan’s walled off one of its several dining rooms, called it the gaming room — it has a lot of video poker machines — defined it as a separate establishment from the rest of the place, and kept the ashtrays out. It doesn’t serve food — because smoking is not allowed in establishments that serve food — but it “delivers” food to the gaming room from the kitchen next door.
I had some shepherd’s pie for dinner. I ordered the “lunch size”, which is enormous, but was accidentally served the “dinner size”, which could feed a regiment of Irish pipers. I washed down as much of it as I could with Murphy’s Stout and took the rest home.
I ate some of it for breakfast around midnight tonight — cold. Sounds gross, right?
Wrong!
PLATTER PARTY
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LIFE ON THE FRONTIER
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