As she worked the paint around her face, massaging the liquid into her parched skin, she noticed a series of red bumps clustered around her chin. They jutted out proudly from the layer of white cake, crusts of flakey skin surrounding them like freshly baked filo dough. She lifted a finger...
but the fact that his real last name was also Harris—James Harris—made it even easier to confuse the two. As much as you could confuse the VP elect with a guy who looked like Uncle Phil in face paint and a loincloth, anyway. Despite his gimmick as a vicious cannibal, he was known...
Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose. I keep thinking of the attempted military coup in the aftermath. It was their best troops who’d simply had enough. Another book recommendation that seems to me to be all too relevant is SE Finer’s Man on Horseback, if you can find a copy...