I’ve got kind of a rule never to read novels set in academia where the main character is a writer as I’ve found most have a “hothouse fiction” flavor to them. But rules are made to be broken and I made an exception with Pistol Poets. Alas, I almost didn’t make it past the first chapter. A quick search of Google maps would have shown Victor that East St. Louis is in Illinois, not Missouri. Other distractions included “automatic” pistols, clips and cordite, making this seem more a poorly researched MFA project with potential than prime time fiction. (3 of 5 Stars)
Chuck Berry has died. May he rest in peace.
I will write an extensive tribute later.
He was a Founding Father of Rock ‘n’ Roll.
He was a Rock ‘n’ Roll Prophet and The Rock ‘n’ Roll Poet.
He was a writer with the immediate understanding of a top class journalist, the widescreen vision of an historian and the timing of a comedian on the stage.
He is one of the greatest chroniclers of American Life.
Hail, Hail, Hail Chuck Berry!
Here he is with a special favourite of mine, ‘School Days’
‘Up in the mornin’ and out to school
The teacher is teachin’ the Golden Rule
American history and practical math
You study’ em hard and hopin’ to pass
Workin’ your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won’t leave you alone
Ring ring goes the bell
The cook in the lunchroom’s ready to sell
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“Don’t let the same dog bite you twice.”
According to photographer Kristina Makeeva: “Baikal is impressive. It’s the deepest and the cleanest lake on Earth. When we were planning a trip, we didn’t even suspect it is so wonderful, majestic and fairy. We were raptured over its beauty so much, that we almost didn’t sleep all 3 days we were here.”
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