Bøger af Reyoung

In Daaa ... SnowBiz!, the third and final installment of B-movie maestro Boone Weller's madcap cinematic epic Margarito and the Snowman, the Snowman rises from humble street vendor to Emperor of Ice Cream thanks to an ancient Mayan magic potion. A Texas-size tale of rampant entrepreneurship gone awry, featuring a packed cast of characters including women warriors and femme fatales, an elegant but ruthless drug cartel boss and a William Burroughs-like mad scientist, a wildly popular Black female TV personality, an invisible pixie-like creature and a curmudgeonly feline spirit animal, a former drug dealer and war vet turned street preacher, and his son, a brilliant young Harvard law grad who morphs overnight into a manipulative, gaslighting Iago.

Born out of myth and fairytale, in particular the tradition of the wise old wizard mentoring a bumbling apprentice, and told in language echoing Homer, Beowulf, biblical scripture and John Coltrane, among others, The Ironsmith evolves into a surreal Bildungsroman of a self-perceived "monster," a painfully introverted young man whose obsession with the ancient sport of weightlifting causes him to withdraw into an increasingly delusional world that anachronistically intersects classical Greece, the Middle Ages, the Industrial Age, WWI and II, the tumultuous sixties, and the age of the Internet.

REYoung`s latest features a nation buried in snow and ice in an obligatory 365 days a year Christmas celebration, a tribe of Mayan warriors in comedy troupe disguise, an existentially challenged hero and more. Told in a shoot from the hip Texas style, Margarito and the Snowman is loose, rangy, battered with attitude and bound to offend all.

In the tour de force called America, one of the tired, the poor, the huddled masses struggles upward to the penthouse of God, discovering too late he's taken the elevator marked down. Resurrected from the rubble of dreams as a messiah and accidental revolutionary, his cry for freedom echoes like a broken record as they lower him into the ground. Like a hopelessly lost coal miner, he digs on, deflating the gloom with slapstick, pensive as a clown, gathering strength for the next round.