An audacious meta-fiction. At moments a nasty surreal rant and at others, a tearful heartfelt eulogy for the nation and the family I abandoned in my youth, only to return when it fell upon me to care for them.
Mechanic's son. Loved the smell of engine oil on my father's hands. Cranked up Victrola in grandparents attic. Wigged out on Jazz & Blues. Went in search of myself. Found myself in Paris, Istanbul, Galway. Recording artist, columnist, novelist.