The Imagination Thief, Part VIII “Saturday: Alaia in hiding”
SCROLL DOWN THIS PAGE and click the below titles 95-103, to view the Video-Book versions of mini-chapters 95-103, which comprise Part VIII of the novel.
Above is the Film “ANGEL 22”, which is embedded on the title page of Part VIII of The Imagination Thief’s ebook format. In it are coloured shadows for Part VIII as a whole, being just one lens’s suggestion of Jaymi Peek tuning in to Angel Deon.
Click the below titles 95-103, to view the Video-Book versions of mini-chapters 95-103
|95. “Spanish baboons and tiny creatures”—click here for Video-Book
A rabbit in the moonlight beckons to the two of you and leads you to a lake upon whose surface little creatures caper (ponies, zebras, unicorns), flowing through the silken water; tiny bunnies slide down the slopes of the wavelets. A waterspout of tentacles is sprouting and shrinking at the centre of the lake, while white-eyed lungfish wheeze in the mud around the shore.
|96. “An inferior decapitation gesture”—click here for Video-Book
This strangest of books is bewitching you, I see, Kim, and making you resolve that you’ll answer it in writing yourself one day, across the decades and the languages: head to head, toe to toe and mouth to mouth, your own chants will meet these and dance with them, somewhere in an evil dawn of gold.
|97. “Lucan and Angel on the big screen”—click here for Video-Book
“This man commands, from a screen near you. See The Imagination Thief.” That scarlet script unfurls again, across the screen’s entire width, “THE IMAGINATION THIEF”. Your gaze returns, scouring the horizon, left to right above the camera lens—and freeze-frame.
|98. “Porch-geese and Vietnam”—click here for Video-Book
“So I ran, and heard it blow up close behind me with a burst of green smoke. Then the sun shone down pale green, through a green sky; dogs barked, birds screeched and body parts rained down. The sirens started wailing and the dogs wailed back at them, in time with the wailing of the newly mutilated—a sour flame of pain in a garden of evil.”
|99. “Pippa a zombie through internal damage”—click here for Video-Book
I recline on my bed, restless. My room is uncannily quiet. I close my eyes and shoot my sight out to hover over Pippa where she sits on her high-rise balcony, spotlit like a wax dummy, high in the night, with a golden angel ornament nestling on her lap, looking out with her dead glassy stare across town in exactly this direction.
|100. “Evelyn’s dance, with minimal effect”—click here for Video-Book
You project to them a picture of you stroking shut their eyes and then kissing them—you know their eyes deserve it, for your own are the same. If everybody else did this… Of course you don’t forget that their hands may stab you, while you’re stroking shut their eyes; so you’re ready all the time to dodge away or stab them back.
|101. “Desire as disease in Angel Deon”—click here for Video-Book
And here in the cellar, out of sight or sound of help, Lucan douses you with kerosene by candle-light, and clamps himself around you, a muscled insect incubus positioning its sting among the folds of inflammable, delirium-inducing, evaporated kerosene…
|102. “Shigem’s unimprovable situation”—click here for Video-Book
After a while you squirm around to face the other way, so the pair of you are curled up front-to-back. His hot strong arms come around your neck and shoulders; his legs entwine with yours, adjust and are still. And there you lie together, in an eloquent communication of absolute silence and stillness.
|103. “Theft six, with ambiguous bowing and curtseying”—click here for Video-Book
The freeze-frame animates, all of a sudden, as the thirteen in sequence make respectful bows or curtseys at me, each in their own way. Then some of them titter at me, slapping one another’s hands high and low, somewhat undermining their respectful obeisances … and so I drift to sleep.
The above Video-Book mini-chapters 95-103 of The Imagination Thief are also linked to from inside the novel’s ebook format. They are here too:
The Imagination Thief by Rohan Quine is about a web of secrets, triggered by the stealing and copying of people’s imaginations and memories. It’s about the magic that can be conjured up by images of people, in imagination or on film; the split between beauty and happiness in the world; and the allure of various kinds of power. It celebrates some of the most extreme possibilities of human imagination, personality and language, exploring the darkest and brightest flavours of beauty living in our minds.