In this collection of thirty-eight chiseled short stories, George Thomas Clark introduces readers to actors, alcoholics, addicts, writers famous and unknown, a general, a lovelorn farmer, a family besieged by cancer, extraterrestrials threatening the world, a couple time traveling back to a critical battle, a deranged husband chasing his wife, and many more memorable people and events.
In compressed language George Thomas Clark presents Snapshots of Distressing Events. A distraught man confronts noisy neighbors, one couple is enveloped by infidelity, another’s destroyed by violence, drinkers and drug users have some fun but more trouble, people stumble in matters of money, medical destiny is determined by mishaps, malice, and chance, members of the media send strange messages, mass murderers and gun lovers disrupt society, those seeking liberation in religion are sometimes imprisoned, and from World War II to the present powerful people blunder.
Boxing is practiced by abnormally tough and determined men compelled to risk their health for a long chance at fleeting glory. In Uppercuts, George Foreman young and old knocks out almost everyone. Joe Frazier mauls Muhammad Ali, Ali destroys Frazier, and boxing ruins both. Jerry Quarry tells about his decline and that of his brother. Hector Camacho recalls the fire in his head. Emanuel Steward, Oscar Bonavena, Alexis Arguello, Archie Moore, Roberto Duran, Jack Johnson, Manny Pacquiao, Oscar de la Hoya, and other also lace on their gloves.
Joseph McCarthy says he’s a tough and dedicated guy in the boxing ring and U.S. Senate. Richard Nixon denies he’s an awkward, resentful, and paranoid president. Fidel Castro asserts he’s an appealing and inevitable historical character while embracing megalomania. And all three frigid warriors tell their stories as they fight again.
Category Archives: The Doors
Oh, what a foolish risk it was. It really should be illegal. I don’t know why it isn’t. All rational people understand it’s dangerous to drive while listening to Jim Morrison sing “Light My Fire.” Actually, I had been thoroughly reasonable all day, easing out of my motel in San Francisco and carefully driving through […]
Surveying the ballroom I’m pleased it’s similar to intimate clubs where The Doors generally played best. About five hundred people are filling the room and sipping drinks if they drink at all. For years, before my reformation, I would’ve viewed such mature restraint as an affront and camped at the two rear-corner bars. Ray Manzarek […]
Three days after telling me to get my ass out of his hospital room, Jim Morrison died in a Paris apartment. Don’t cry for the Jim who departed. Yearn for a less-tortured man who would’ve wanted to live and become a pensioner last year at age sixty-five. I’m a decade older still, and we’re both […]
In early July 1971, I was vacationing in Paris. Ordinarily, by inclination I would’ve been attracted solely by traditional destinations such as the Eiffel Tower and Louvre but, having recently been deserted by my wife, was amenable when friends suggested I visit the Rock ‘n’ Roll Circus, a nightclub where top bands jammed, the chic […]
We live on Love Street in a house with garden, maybe not yet but someday. Jim’s going to buy a church in the south of France and we’ll turn it into a wonderful home. He owes me for so often loving me the wrong way I ache and have to grab thorazine and other things […]
I try not care simpletons think I’m wild sometimes I’m a considerate friend and listener who responds with wit and insight during interviews I spontaneously polish remarks about rock writing and death I don’t want to miss in a plane crash or overdose but savor the only time it ever comes. Before then I can’t […]
I don’t need a psychiatrist though I guzzle whiskey wine and beer and hang outside windows several stories up and drop every pill in hand and yank Janis Joplin’s hair and dash onto Jimi Hendrix’s stage grabbing his legs to shout I want to suck his cock and often screw haunted masochistic women and carouse […]
I love movies and just graduated from UCLA film school in spring 1965 and am ready to create. I don’t think I’ll do films right now though. I’m not lazy but have ten fingers on each hand then fifteen or twenty back to ten I’m not really counting I’m looking at the moon melt into […]
I wish you had appreciated I’m not only your father but a graduate of the Naval Academy and was at Pearl Harbor and didn’t panic when the Japanese sneak-attacked our big warships across the harbor. From the little minelayer Pruitt we fired antiaircraft guns at the bastards and I later volunteered to be a pilot […]