Bøger af Steve Dewey

John Ries was one of the Decadent Aesthetes, a not-so decadent group of writers and musicians that first centred on the town of Warminster. After Ries's death, Steve Dewey and S Carr Gogh, friends and fellow Aesthetes, sorted through the poems and short stories that Ries had left behind. Ries was a perfectionist, and could never stop editing. His executor and friends took it upon themselves to finish the job. Ries has a voice and a vision that is uniquely his own. These stories and poems reflect that. Odd and elliptical, full of symbolism and ritual, referring obliquely to the I Ching, religion, sirens and funerary rites, the stories and poems in this miscellany have an air of elusive and illusive mystery.

It's the summer of 1976 -- the dazzling summer, the long hot summer, the summer when the sun shone always, and would shine always and forever -- and young old friends Simon and Julie drift through the glorious lazy holiday that stretches before them, wondering what they should do about the loves they somehow left behind, before the sun came out. As they share time together under the blue skies, in the sultry heat, with their friends -- the friend who loves his car, the friend who loves fixing cars, the friend whose boyfriend loves his drink, the friend who loves all the boys, the friend who loves somebody else's girlfriend -- they wonder who it is they should love. Out on the hills, out in the fields, and riding in cars with the wind in their hair, Simon and Julie become languorously entangled. Can this entanglement last longer than sunshine? Or is it only a creation of this magical summer?Their story is episodic, picaresque, sentimental, romantic. And most genial.

The arrogance and folly of youth. The strength of friendship. The madness of obsessive love. During the long, hot summer of 1976, Charlie, Paul, and their friends wander the sun-soaked hill tops, searching for answers, looking for UFOs, discussing the occult, drinking, flirting, smoking and kissing. Charlie had always fancied Imogen. Tall, beautiful Imogen. Everybody loved her. But when he fell for Paul's sister, he felt he could at last put all that behind him. It wasn't like he was obsessed or anything. No, he wasn't like that at all. Paul had studied the occult masters, and was a neophyte no longer. He knew how to perform the Banishing Ritual. He had seen Raphael and Ariel. So when he whimsically decided to work the paths of the Kabbala, what could possibly go wrong? Everything. Because when the Raven of Dispersion enters their world, a spiral into madness begins.

When you're young you have little to worry about. You certainly don't worry about death.And then Nick met a hitman. The hitman had ethics, he said. No women, no children. When Nick told his friends what had happened, they laughed. Nick laughed, too. Of course, it was mad. The hitman was just a lonely nutter, the type you sometimes met out on the road, the type who told tall tales. They all forgot about the hitman. Instead they worried about themselves. Nick wondered when he could get out of town, Mark obsessed about Chrissie, and Simon missing Anna, found Jill. Gaz continued stealing things. When Molly breezed into town, and said she was a spy, they thought she was as mad as the hitman. She was looking for her sister, she said, and for a man she always called Archie even though she hated him. Then Nick saw the car that had picked him up. The nutter's car, the hitman's car. Intrigued, he and Mark followed it. They were blithely riding into dangers they couldn't comprehend.After all, the hitman's ethics didn't cover Nick.