Seeing Me Naked [antikvár]

The crowd simmers down as the bookstore owner approaches the podium.'I'm very excited to have such an amazing crowd here tonight for one of L.A.'s prodigal sons. I'm extremely pleased to welcome you to a very special night of literature - a night we hope will be a beacon in these, the darkest of days in publishing. This debut novel - a fictionalised account of the tragic life of Rick Danko, the bassist for the Band who, of course, were originally Dylan's back-up band is a far cry from the paint-by-numbers, just-add-water types of books that are overtaking our book-shelves and best-seller lists. At just thirty-two years of age, this writer commands the publishing industry to sit up and take notice. Real literature is back with the publication of The Ballad of Rick Danko, by Rascal Page!' 1 visualize a dazzling shower of pyrotechnics from behind the man as he builds to a climax. A girl in the middle of the bookstore lets out a tiny yelp. Rascal sighs.1 try to push away the insistent drone of my workweek. It keeps bumping up against my consciousness, like a seemingly bottomless hamper of dirty clothes. The perfection of the restaurant is never that far away Never finished. I can never just sit. But tonight I take a deep breath and try to relax into my brother's big night with happiness and a splash, a hint, really, of my usual knotted stomach.1 give Rascal a sympathetic smile as the obsequious, cloying introduction drones on. We're both waiting for the mention of him. Daci. I peek out into the crowd. Mom is beaming. Her long legs are crossed at the ankles and slanted to one side -