Friday, March 29, 2013
Under soft light
look delicious and ripe.
The Last Bookstore has an old-school vibe, a grocery or packing plant back in the day, angled shelves and back-lit racks of music on vinyl by the windows.
Two long red
letherette sofas on a stage platform look good and I sit and read a few pages from 'Wild At Heart', about Lula Fortune and her uncle and he's groping her when she's fifteen or thirteen.
I want to study how Barry Gifford writes this stuff.
After I buy the book we stand outside on the sidewalk, smoking and talking.