She didn't know how long they stood there because there was no time, it only started again when, eventually, the bird flew off, under the arch of the bridge.īut Michael's demons take over his life, and Josie's. They'd held hands, they both saw it, right there, the true world. The true world glowed in the morning light, the bird and the water, sparkling. As Josie's life stumbles along, awash in sex, drugs and vodka, she's trapped in the single year of her relationship with Michael, spent in their tiny Echo Park bungalow.Īt first it was idyllic, like the moment Josie and Michael saw a blue heron in the Silver Lake reservoir: Time just stopped. Suicide, Fitch tells us, is an endless vortex of guilt, rage and loss that swamps the survivors. Can she come down to the Los Angeles County coroner's office to identify her boyfriend Michael's body? He's committed suicide, and that moment plays and replays throughout the rest of the book. The bad news arrives in a phone call to Josie, a 20-year-old punk-rocker and artist's model. Seven years later, Fitch is back with another dark tale of fierce mothers, wounded children and family affliction. A lot.įitch is the Los Angeles writer whose first novel, White Oleander, made Oprah Winfrey cry and turned an unknown into a best-selling author. There's a world of hurt in Janet Fitch's second novel, Paint it Black - and if you venture in even a few pages, that world is going to hurt you. Books 'Blue Nude': An Art Teacher's Hidden Nazi Past
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |