Books about death – my life is full of them. why is that? I don’t know. Maybe it has to do with my parents death. Or maybe I'm just morbidly fascinated by it. Especially since the death of Francine, my beautiful friend, and wife of my cousin.
I feel like the character Alvy singer in the woody Allen film, who resents his new girlfriend, Annie hall, with two books about death as a gift soon after their meeting.
So here are some books about death – death of a salesman Arthur miller; death in the afternoon Hemingway; the death of andre breton; the Tibetan book of the dead ; the i ching; death and the penguin andrei kurkov; melancholy death of oyster boy tim burton; dante's inferno; death in venice thomas mann; chronicle of a death foretold marquez; many others including my own poetry volume the death of french poetry [great title or what?]
So to The death of Francine. The local police seem to think I was responsible. They're almost right, but its one thing to provide the ammunition, quite another to pull the trigger. So, yes, I feel responsible, I gave her the means to perform the act. But no, I didn’t make her take those pills.
The case against the mysterious K is as follows.
Francine was the wife of the accused’s cousin Etienne.
Francine and Etienne were happily married until K came to live with them.
Etienne threw Francine out when he discovered she was unable to conceive a child.
Francine went to live alone in a flat in marseille.
Etienne asked K to marry him. the only snag was that he was still married to francine.
K therefore obviously murdered francine to get half share of Etienne's substantial capital assets.
K after an initial interview with the marseille police then escaped from France to Istanbul.
The whereabouts of K are presently unknown to the police.
In the old days there’d have been a reward for my arrest. Dead or alive.
Sometimes I wonder if my friend Beth will turn me in. but I doubt it. Unless they torture her maybe. The cops are like that, especially in marseille. Fucking scum, almost as bad as the criminals they hunt down.
My life is strange but eventful. My death will probably be a damp squid. [joke]
Something that disturbs me even more is the way people abandon all hope when the chips are down. So called friends drift away from you. so I decided to shut down my page on LT – due to lack of interest. That is sad.
So its come to this. Me and Beth against the world. Fuck the rest of you. unless you want repent your ways. In which case grovel by paying respect to this blog. Or crawl back under your stone for ever.
Dead or alive.
