Bright Shiny Morning (P.S.)
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One of the most celebrated and controversial authors in America delivers an extraordinary novel—a sweeping chronicle of contemporary Los Angeles that is bold, exhilarating, and utterly original. Dozens of characters pass through the reader's sight lines—some never to be seen again—but James Frey lingers on a handful of LA's lost souls and captures the dramatic narrative of their lives. A dazzling tour de force, Bright Shiny Morning illuminates the joys, horrors, and unexpected fortunes of life and death in Los Angeles.
signs surround the car the signs have pictures of dead bloody babies, pictures of doctors with targets around them, pictures of Christ the Almighty, they scream the words murder, killer, death, God, punishment. The cabbie turns around, speaks. You sure you want to get out here? The protesters surround the car, scream against the glass, hold their signs in front of Maddie’s eyes. Dylan speaks. Yes. The protesters scream. The fare is twelve-fifty. Maddie takes Dylan’s hand. He finds his cash
kicks Dylan in the face, blood and teeth fly out of his mouth. He slumps to the ground, out fucking cold. Man turns to the other two. Get him out to the van. They step forward, pick him up, put his arms over their shoulders, start dragging him towards the door. When they reach it, one of them unlocks it, opens it. The man who originally knocked on the door is standing in the hall, the other men drag Dylan out and away, he goes with them. The man with the shotgun stares at Maddie, who is trying
retired, had raised three children, had scraped and saved and planned. They’re in their late eighties now. They’ve had all the sun and sand and bridge they wanted and needed to have and they’re ready. They will miss their children, and their grandchildren, and their soon-to-be three great-grandchildren. They will miss their lawn chairs, where they sit every day and chat and have coffee and read the paper. They will miss staring into each other’s eyes, even after all these years they still love
tomorrow. Don’t you have a couple hundred suits? I want a new one. A nice new perfect expensive suit that makes me look so hot that even hetero men would want to fuck me. Have fun. Do you want to come with? No. What are you gonna do? She smiles. I’m not sure. Why are you giving me your naughty look? She smiles again. Maybe I’ve been a naughty girl. With who? You know the new nanny? The young one? Oh yeah. How old is she? Just turned eighteen. Oh my. Oh yeah. Where are the
of them die, but a fifth human/ alien is discovered who has the power of miraculous healing, and they are brought back to life (sequels, it’s all about the motherfucking sequels). One of Casey’s close friends plays the woman with lensed fingers, and Amberton has done two films with the husband/wife producing team that made the movie. Amberton and Casey are both decked out in designer clothes (which were given to them for free), and had stylists come to the house to do their hair and makeup. There