Walking the Wild Side
I finished Down and Out on Murder Mile rather quickly, and thought, damn…this is even better than Digging the Vein, and that’s saying something. Even to dissociate the context, dying junkies, slip sliding away. There’s an honesty, a simple truth to narco-realism. Disengaged from all thoughts of the past, or the future, you are left absolutely clearly in the moment. Knowing that whatever you’re doing right now, is the only thing that has meaning. The zen-calm realization that everything else is façade. The nine to five, the hustle, your life’s work. Doesn’t mean anything, doesn’t get you there. Is nothing more than your own personal Jesus.
Mikael Covey reviews Tony O’Neill‘s new novel.
Where the wild things are
Two short films for Where are the Rebels?, Joseph Ridgwell‘s new poetry chapbook from Blackheath Books: Read ‘The Big Pineapple’ on 3:AM.