Shane Norwood currently resides in Tanger, Morocco. From his balcony, where he habitually celebrates the glorious North African sunset with the sacred pint of Dedalus to his lips, he can see, across the bay, the house where Paul Bowles once lived. Unfortunately, the sky is not as sheltering as it used to be, but it will have to do. Norwood is an unrepentant Norse Gael barbarian from beyond the pale, whose behavior is voluntarily, and occasionally reluctantly, moderated by his love for the three rambunctious rapscallion little savages who are his sons, and for his beautiful enlightened Argentine wife, without whom he would, in all probability, be well croaked by now. Deprived of his ability to comport himself as his wild blood dictates, Norwood channels his sentiments and his philosophy into his writing.Although trying to speak with his own voice, he joyfully attempts to pay homage to his last remaining heroes. These being Tom Waits, Cormac McCarthy, Herman Melville, Richard Pryor, George Carlin, Joseph Conrad, Jimi Hendrix, Charlie Parker, Keith Richards, James Joyce and Ernest Hemingway.
He attempts to be, above all things, entertaining. He is not trying to save the world or change it. He describes his writing style as oblique and unexpected. Jazz with a drunken drummer. Or like fighting Sugar Ray. Bobbing and weaving and feinting. Waiting for the reader to drop their guard. And then bam! Right in the kisser!
Norwood is also an accomplished public speaker, able to lecture on the island of Rapa Nui and its relevance to the modern world, and on team building by proving that there’s no such thing as a team. In order to validate his writing, Norwood is at pains to point out that he is a former deep sea fisherman, lifeguard and carpenter, who has lived and worked on five continents and oft times made his living with his hands, and when not engaged such in honest and honorable toil, has spent many years impersonating a casino manager and lying through his teeth while secretly pretending to be Sean Connery. His work is therefore the work of a man of not inconsiderable life experience. The settings for his novels are, by and large, accurately depicted, speech patterns are faithfully reproduced, characters are drawn from close observation of real people, and, with a little poetic license thrown in, some of the events described actually happened. And those that didn’t, should have.
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Machine Gun Jelly is a cynical black comedy thriller, a golden thread of deception and imagination woven into a carpet of reality.
A small time hustler and Tiger Woods lookalike named Monsoon Parker is compelled to borrow money from a vicious Vegas mobster, and is unable to pay the Vig. In desperation, he ransacks an old suitcase that belonged to his old man, who got greased in Vietnam. What he discovers, the titular Machine Gun Jelly, triggers a series of increasingly bizarre events, and entangles a picaresque cast of characters in a dangerous farce.
Only one man knows what they are really dealing with, and he doesn't even know which planet he's on. Pretty soon, people start dying. The action moves from Las Vegas to Vietnam to Australia before coming to a chaotic and explosive conclusion.
Machine Gun Jelly is the first installment of the Big Bamboo series, and introduces the principle characters, these being…….
Asia Birdshadow. Smart, sassy and sexy as hell. Initially found working as a lady of the night in Las Vegas. She has all the tools for the job, but not enough flint in her soul to survive very long in that profession.
Jordan 'Baby Joe' Young. A white knight in the black night. A middle aged hard as coffin nails ex Boston PD, Baby Joe makes his living extricating people from difficulties in Vegas. Not someone to be trifled with, but a complicated man who suffers from an excess of moral integrity. Not necessarily an advantage in the seas in which he swims.
Crispin Capricorn. Outrageously flamboyant gay lounge singer. Talented, witty, acerbic, petulant, emotional, loving and loyal, Crispin is Asia's best friend. A gigantic heroic muffin man, who always stands by her and is not afraid to ante up when the chips are down.
Monsoon Parker. Unrepentant sleazebag of the first order. Bears a remarkable resemblance to Tiger Woods. As reliable as a chocolate clock, Monsoon slimes his way through life, always on the lookout for the big score, without ever seeing the big picture. Monsoon is invariably the catalyst for catastrophe. The butthole from which emanates all the shit that goes down.
These characters appear in all the Big Bamboo books. Except for the ones that get croaked, who are……..Dream on, pal.
Título : Machine Gun Jelly
EAN : 9798201512583
Editorial : ICF
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