Part II—Film & Video-Book
The Imagination Thief, Part II “Sunday late: afterglow with Alaia”
SCROLL DOWN THIS PAGE and click the below titles 18-30, to view the Video-Book versions of mini-chapters 18-30, which comprise Part II of the novel.
Above is the Film “EVELYN 62-39-32-84-100”, which is embedded on the title page of Part II of The Imagination Thief’s ebook format. In it are coloured shadows for Part II as a whole, being just one lens’s suggestion of Evelyn Carmello and Angel’s Baby Doll, in Evelyn’s memories.
Click the below titles 18-30, to view the Video-Book versions of mini-chapters 18-30
|18. “The warm dome of smile”—click here for Video-Book
I glance back upward at what a flight of ecstasy she and I just created, and am filled with a glow of warmth for this brilliant and beautiful woman whose gaze meets mine.
|19. “Flames, Lucan, Kev”—click here for Video-Book
The Cadillac glides to a standstill beside Flames. Still looking from me to Alaia, the man in the passenger’s seat smiles, slowly, and his smile spells trouble, violence, sex and danger.
|20. “Paranoia by the wire-netting fence”—click here for Video-Book
The impression is not one of frailty, however, but of brutality and wiriness. I see that in the shadows, by his right leg, he is holding a small hand-gun, and I step back off the porch, pulling Alaia with me.
|21. “Angel’s wings in the dive-bar”—click here for Video-Book
One cherry garnishes a brown-brimming cocktail glass, handed out by Flames to one who cuts in from somewhere, passing Kev without obstruction—a dark-eyed Latino boy of maybe twenty-one, whose spiteful sleek depraved face radiates decadence and damage from its sharp beauty.
|22. “No enchantment without ordeal”—click here for Video-Book
Oh, that Dark Summer, soaked in Ecstasy and petrol fumes, semen and sweat, while the music pumped relentless through the warmth of the air around the corners of the buildings and the flashbulbs popped—till the alcoholic glamour of the white and yellow lights streaking by you through the night swerved down into red-shift and gorgeous splintered-metal smells of sex-drenched death…
|23. “A declaration of war against Lucan”—click here for Video-Book
Curious, he removes the cloth, then jumps back in horror to see Lucan’s head with two daggers stuck deep into its forehead.
|24. “On the sky, that face”—click here for Video-Book
For hers was a song that had echoed in your head since early childhood, a song with untranscribable notes, without a name, which you’d treasured in yourself as yours alone … but here it was without you, for all the world to hear, paired up with that beautifully alien face on the screen.
|25. “The figure in the crowd in the mirror”—click here for Video-Book
There’s a quietness, seriousness and simplicity to his movements and expressions, as he serves customers, which suggest a considerable emotional vulnerability under the watchful care of a rather greater strength, coupled with a touch of sadness somewhere.
|26. “Shigem and I on the dance-floor”—click here for Video-Book
The last two long hard dance tracks are slamming, with the dirtiest and deepest thumping bass I’ve ever heard and stabbing hooks of merciless, ecstatic, driving power.
|27. “A devoted fan of Alaia and me”—click here for Video-Book
Remember how your feet tapped the footrest on your bar-seat; remember how you reached for a white book of matches without looking down for it, to light another Capri up and draw it down deeply, your eyes growing wide until they blinked in the smoke?
|28. “Wet green eyes of Pippa in the take-away”—click here for Video-Book
Her prominent green eyes look wet and hurt, as if she’s been crying hard, though there are no tear-stains.
|29. “Flight from Arverne”—click here for Video-Book
Sometimes you think you feel another man calling out, across this town, across the world, around both the past and the present, to address you. He calls through that song inside your head … and no, you won’t meet.
|30. “The small black toothbrush”—click here for Video-Book
Halfway between the sitting room and the front door of the apartment, a bathroom door approaches me on the right, standing open, with a yellowish light on inside. I glance in, while we pass it. Nothing special there…
The above Video-Book mini-chapters 18-30 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.