Bøger af Max Porter

I started playing pool at a young age. The YMCA in our town was a huge room above the police station. It had two ping pong tables and two pool tables. I did not have any money. The free tables and the other games that were available, were a natural magnate. I spent a lot of time there. I spent so much time there I was voted the president of the HiYi club when I was in high school.

This is a story of a small-time detective who because he was curious, uncovered an unbelievable real estate fraud. Because he was curious; he uncovered a plot that murdered two wealthy men and took the billion- dollar estate of one of them. He solved the case, no one realized was a case. It was so disguised; that without his curiosity, the crime would have never been discovered.

My name is Clayton Oldham. I was seventeen yesterday. I am not happy with my life and I intend to change it right away. My father is the manager of the Hotel Nobel. He sits in an office all day telling people what to do. I am unhappy because while he sits there in comfort, he has dumped an eighty-acre cotton farm on my mother and me. I am trying to save enough money to buy a horse. I work from sun up to sun down for nothing. I have been doing the plowing and planting since I turned thirteen. My mother supervises the cotton pickers during the fall. I am one of them doing the picking, and I don't even get paid for that. After the cotton is all in, I do odd jobs around town and make a little money. I work in the general store some, and I help the local carpenter when he has a job going. I do the lifting and carrying for him. He pays best, but he isn't working all the time. I clean stalls at the livery anytime I don't have anything going. The thing about that, is they always need cleaning. I have sixty five dollars saved and when I have enough for a horse and saddle, I am gone. I will have regrets about leaving my mother alone with the farm but the skinflint will have to hire some help for her. I will not be back.

This is the story of a detective who is a jack of all trades. He finds things, and he does odd jobs for various people. He buys things and he sells things for people. He works sometimes as a detective solving thefts and even murders. He has a life that is always on the move. He never knows what will come tomorrow. But he is seldom bored. His jobs cover everything from book seller to cowboy.

William Darby was a good cowboy who tried a number of things before he became a successful rancher. He even tried a short stint as a lawman. He went to work for an old friend who was under pressure to give up his ranch. He proved to be tougher than the outlaws trying to push his friend off of his land. His fortunes made a drastic change as a result of taking a hand in this battle. The story is about the infinite possibilities that can change or end your life in every way possible. For life is a journey of endless opportunities and possibilities.

My name is David Dawson and the year is 1939. I am on my way to a race track in Ohio. I have a pickup and a two horse trailer. I have two horses that are sound enough to hit the board at the cheap tracks where I race. I manage to win a race often enough to keep me in feed money.The problem I have is keeping them fit. They spend most of their time in the trailer and on the road. There is no time to exercise them. The track I am headed for today is a three day drive. They will not be off of the trailer for three days and will run the next day. It makes it tough on us trainers. The only saving grace is all of my opponents are in the same boat. The horse we are always afraid of, is the one owned by a local. He has been training and has been sitting here waiting on us. There are a group of eight or ten of us on the road from tract to track. We all know each other and are for the most part good friends. We share our problems and offer help when needed to each other.This is the story of David Dawson thoroughbred horse trainer. He faces all of the problems that horse trainers face. He also faces problems that have nothing to do with horse training. The depression has caused hardships for the horse industry. The main hardship for the industry was caused by world war II. It in fact, shut the industry down altogether for a while. It took a tough man with drive, to survive these things and come out a winner in the end.

This is the story of the making of a horse farm from scratch. The people involved in the development of a major horse farm are not necessarily the same people needed to run one. This ranch was before ranches were mechanized and other than a few railroads, horses were the means of transportation. It was a time when men still carried guns for protection. And from time to time had to use them. The main character grew up on a horse ranch. After trying several ways of life, decided that the life as a horseman was the best he had experienced.I have accidentally got myself in a mess. I am leaving town on the train. The problem is a coworker of mine's wife is leaving him, aboard the same train. He is going to think I have run off with his wife. He is a volatile sort who will most likely come looking for me with his gun strapped on.I don't know how I became involved in this. I grew up far away on a horse ranch in Indiana. My Dad wanted me to be a lawyer. I went to school in St Louis and became a lawyer. I was offered a job at a firm in St Louis. I worked there for a year and discovered I didn't want to be a lawyer.

This is the story of Austin, a cowboy who has been a marshal in several small towns. He has become a name to those who live by the gun. Because of the reputation he has made, he is asked to become a United States Marshal. He is sent to clean up towns where his kind of law is needed to bring back order. He is free to clean them up by the method of his choice. Sometimes his method is gentle. Sometimes it is harsh. But no matter which method he chooses, he always restores law and order to the town.I don't know why I became involved in this mess. I discovered a body along the trail just outside of Rogers Arkansas. I brought him into town and they are trying to prove I murdered him. It started simple enough. I was in Doniphan Missouri with a small horse ranch. I got a letter from my daughter in Arizona telling me she was having trouble and asking for my help. I was on my way to Fayetteville, which is the closest railroad to get me to Arizona. I was five miles out of Rogers when I saw a horse saddled and bridled eating grass beside the trail. I caught him and searched for his owner. I found a man shot in the back and dead. I put him across the saddle of his horse and brought him into town. That turned out to be a mistake I will never make again.

The story of a seasoned horse trader. The buying and selling of horses is a testing occupation. You make decisions every day that may make or break you. No one is right every time, but you had better be right more than not. Failure to be right most of the time will put you out of business quickly. You buy and sell on impulse and the more accurate your impulses, the more successful you will be. Learning to trust your impulses is an education in itself.

I have trimmed my life down to a true gypsy horse trader. I have a pickup truck with a camper shell on the bed. I started with a used two horse trailer. I have upgraded to a four-horse trailer that I only haul two horses in. The front two stalls are reserved for hay and grain, and two five-gallon jugs for water. There is a small tack room in the front of the trailer that has a couple of saddles and bridles and blankets. I have a western saddle and an English saddle. I deal with people in both types of riding.With hard work and a lot of luck he parlays that in to a spot as one of the top quarter horse breeders in the country. He is not in the business to try to become rich. In the beginning his goal is to make a living. As time goes by, he attains much more than making a living. He tries to do the right thing in every step of his path. In so doing he makes a lot of friends and very few enemies. If you like horses, you will enjoy this book.

"A great painter lies on his deathbed, synapses firing, writhing and reveling in pleasure and pain as a lifetime of chaotic and grotesque sense memories wash over and envelop him. In this bold and brilliant short work of experimental fiction by the author of Grief Is the Thing with Feathers and Lanny, Max Porter inhabits Francis Bacon in his final moments, translating into seven extraordinary written pictures the explosive final workings of the artist's mind. Writing as painting rather than about painting, Porter lets the images he conjures speak for themselves as they take their revenge on the subject who wielded them in life. The result is more than a biography: The Death of Francis Bacon is a physical, emotional, historical, sexual, and political bombardment--the measure of a man creative and compromised, erotic and masochistic, inexplicable and inspired."--