By Jonas T. Bengtsson
In a Europe without boundary lines, the place social norms became fragile, a son needs to confront the sins of his father and grandfather, and invent new concepts for survival
A younger boy grows up with a loving father who has little admire for the legislations. they're continuously at the run, and as they stream from position to put, the boy is frequently distraught to depart at the back of new friendships. since it will be dicey for him to visit college, his anarchistic father supplies him an unconventional schooling meant to contradict up to attainable the lessons of his personal father, a preacher and a pervert. Ten years later, while the boy is coming into maturity, with a pretend identify and a boring task, he attempts to comply to the calls for of standard lifestyles, however the classes of the previous thwart his efforts, and questions about his father’s youth can't be left unanswered.
Spanning the mid-1980s to early-twenty-first-century in Copenhagen, this coming-of-age novel examines what it capability to be a stranger within the glossy global, and the way, for greater or for worse, a father’s legacy is rarely handed on in any predictable type.
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Got the building surrounded. ” Blood looked chagrined. He dropped his head. ” “Now we stand ’em off, that’s what. ” I waited. He grinned. ” IV The girl, this Quilla June, was pretty safe. I made her a kind of a shelter out of wrestling mats, maybe a dozen of them. She wouldn’t get hit by a stray bullet, and if they didn’t go right for her, they wouldn’t find her. I climbed one of the ropes hanging down from the girders and laid out up there with the Browning and a couple of handfuls of reloads.
It hung way down the back. The flashlight didn’t 47 Harlan Ellison A Boy and His Dog make it clear enough to tell if she had red hair or chestnut, but it wasn’t blonde, which was good, and that was because I dug redheads. She had nice tits, though. I couldn’t see her face, the hair was hanging down all smooth and wavy and cut off her profile. The crap she’d been wearing was thrown around on the floor, and what she was going to put on was up on the vaulting horse. She was standing in little shoes with a kind of funny heel on them.
She turned off here,” Blood said. I followed him as he began loping toward the edge of the city and the bluish-green radiation that still flickered from the hills. I knew he was right, then. The only things out here were screamers and the access dropshaft to the downunder. It was a girl, all right. The cheeks of my ass tightened as I thought about it. I was going to get laid. It had been almost a month, since Blood had whiffed that solo chick in the basement of the Market Basket. She’d been filthy, and I’d gotten the crabs from her, but she’d been a woman, all right, and once I’d tied her down and clubbed her a couple of times she’d been pretty good.
A Fairy Tale by Jonas T. Bengtsson