When my memory goes that bad, I usually go through a routine: syllables first, if this doesn’t help (and it does not) I start browsing through girl’s names. Mary, Eudora, Hester, Abigail, Sondra, Virginia, Emily, Claire, ... on and on, ... Domna, Gretel, Brunhilda, Rapunzel, Tcheralindra !!!
The liturgy is over, my mind is weary, and, obviously, useless too. A minute later I am walking out of the prison chapel. Sun shines and reflects from the head of a fellow walking in front of me. His mirror-quality shaven cupola is adorned with a large swastika tattoo ... and then it happens like in a flash: skinhead, Skin head, Sinead, Sinead O'Connor, Oh my God: Flannery O’Connor! I’ve got it, it’s Flannery O’Connor!
Dear Flannery, if you hear me now, I love your stories and I will never forget your name again, I promise! And thank you for your creed.
DEMON IN THE MACHINEI guess many have heard about Cupertino effect, an early freak of auto-correction software, which suggested Cupertino instead of Cooperation. Sounds funny and innocent, like a childish prank, but wait a bit.Recently I’ve got a hardcopy of Malachi Martin 1995 novel Windswept House, which is actually something more than just a novel.
ON SPONTANEOUS HUMAN COMBUSTIONI've developed a quite scientifically-looking theory on the subject of spontaneous human combustion (SHC), which I’ve put into the pretty head of Dr. Sabina Spitzyn, a scientist in residence from a strange house on Proudhon 38. One of my three novels in waiting for better times, and Proudhon 38 fits 100% into the fantasy genre.
WHEN THE OLD SHITHOUSE WILL GO UP IN FLAMESSome of you, especially those who love The Doors, might remember Jim Morrison yelling to the crowd about astrology :
“I think it’s a bunch of bullshit, myself. But I tell you this never mind if this is a quote, man! I tell you this. I don't know what’s gonna happen, man, but I wanna have my kicks before the old shithouse goes up in flamesAlright Alright!!!”