About the Book
Two men walking streets to meet in a bar. one chapter,4 pages. small chit chat in the bar, irrelevant. another chapter, 6 more pages. Before the first relevant thing happens, you're already in page 50. Modern best seller thrillers insult common intelligence! Not all, fortunately. According to modern standards, my books, this book are the first drafts of the plot to be transformed into a best seller novel by a talented author. Will anyone accept the challenge? I only can tell a long story short, I'm afraidThis is another adventure of Theo Vardas, the 6th century Constantinople hard-boiled sleuth with a Noir touch blah blah blah etc.Why do I write cheap paperbacks for the train stations when I am convinced no one will ever buy them or even read them? The answer is simple. IT FEELS GOOD. Like the last post in my fresh Facebook page, here it's copy-paste with a personal addition: I've read all (almost) the books someone should have readI've listened to all (almost) the music someone should have listened to.I've watched all (not almost) the movie films someone should have watchedI've loved one too many women and ran a wild life for 30 yearsMy twins have turned 22 and both in the 4th year of UniversityAt 66, depressed, broke and diabetic, nothing left to do except patiently waiting for death.... and then, I discovered how to navigate in an imaginative world and write it down on paper and be published with this KDP free program (thank you amazon). Who gives a fuck whether I am a writer or not? Some best sellers' makers claim to be writers, (no names), I don't.Well... how about that?The main character in my books, the private detective Theo Vardas during the times of emperor Justinian and his wife Theodora reign in Byzantine Constantinople, is a copy of myself. Or better, how I would have liked to be. I am full of flows and he isn't. Yet, I am totally aware of my flows but I have no regrets. I have taken too many wrong decisions, made too many mistakes but I was impulsive. I have discovered I was wrong after I had committed them already and it was too late to correct them! My impulsiveness had overcome my intelligence, which is something everyone agrees with that I come by. Vardas, my hero, is fast with a joke, a judgement or a decision and he's never wrong! I am more human, fast with a joke offered me many girlfriends. So, am I describing how I wished I should have been? Probably. I am in a constant doubt about everything around me now, after I have made all those mistakes in my life, Vardas is a little more certain than me.History and philosophy have always been my favorite domains of studying, apart from arts that is. Vardas, me, ( ) is a "truth seeker". And emotionless, like I wish I should have been but, alas, I failed. My father had advised me "never to say I love you in vain" but I didn't listen. Now at 67, still don't know what love is albeit I know the meaning of the blues and I have already lost at least one love I'd have to lose. (great Chet Baker, among others)I live into a terrible loneliness. This is not a complain, it's a statement. Facing my responsibilities upon the subject, I believe I have worked for it. Depressive as it may sound, spending time writing fictional adventures, with a historical touch, of a fictional character that resembles me, is a vital escape from my loneliness. Diabetes obliges some walking time into the woods with earphones but it was not enough. Writing fills up my days, makes me sleep at nights without medical help, helps see through life with an utter indifference. Plus rien à faire, plus rien à foutre, like we say in France. PRAF PRAF. Nothing left to do, nothing left to care about.
