In the spirit of Essbaum’s erotic poetry, Anna (yes, the name is a nod to Tolstoy’s heroine) engages in a series of messy affairs. Now, is this book the expat answer to Fifty Shades? Actually, the answer to that question interests me less than the fact that Essbaum herself was ...
To my ears it sonically conjures up visions of a small club in Paris filled with bohos, all digging the cool new sound of some artsy beatnik trio fronted by a golden haired siren songstress intoning cool, hip poetry. Get the picture... Listen to the above sample excerpt from their ...
“WHOOOOO STOLLLLLE MY GOLLLLDEN BOWLLLLL?” moaned the ghost, banging on the door of what used to be The Grit. Moaning and banging may be a bit of an exaggeration, because without a microphone and stacks of speakers, the ghost was sort of a mumbler; being a ghost, he didn’t hav...