Part III—Film & Video-Book
The Imagination Thief, Part III “Monday: Alaia learns my subterfuge”
SCROLL DOWN THIS PAGE and click the below titles 31-50, to view the Video-Book versions of mini-chapters 31-50, which constitute Part III of the novel.
Above is the Film “MARC 5”, which is embedded on the title page of Part III of The Imagination Thief’s ebook format. In it are coloured shadows for Part III as a whole, being just one lens’s suggestion of Jaymi Peek on a mission.
Click the below titles 31-50, to view the Video-Book versions of mini-chapters 31-50
|31. “We’ll all adore you”—click here for Video-Book
“Privacy, such as Lucan hustling you into Downstairs, facing you into a corner at the back and putting a paper-bag over your head?”
|32. “Evelyn picks imaginations to thieve”—click here for Video-Book
“All right, I’ll choose,” she says. “How about Pippa, Kim, Shigem and Angel?”
|33. “Theft one, and how to be ignored”—click here for Video-Book
On the emotional side, at the start of my projection of each imagination I have a feeling of “confessing” things that I’m not guilty of myself, but in each case this soon turns into an exhilarated awe at that internal landscape … then an understanding of how it ticks … then through that understanding, a growing love.
|34. “Big Bang: song of death”—click here for Video-Book
This friend is yours alone—exotic, from an ancient place, with eyes that see what you see and silence swelling loud beneath the wailing of its passage through the fields with you. It constitutes a procession in itself, dark, bejewelled and smiling at you, though you still can’t turn to face it.
|35. “Cheap champagne at Evelyn’s”—click here for Video-Book
She cracks up with laughter. “Jaymi you doofus, Rik’s in this with us! He was our cameraman this afternoon, remember? So please tell him Alaia and I have gone to sniff coke…
|36. “Kim’s dead suburbia”—click here for Video-Book
Drunk or stoned, you and they went through the kitchen to the back garden terrace, each of you making jaggedly politicised tracks among the others, trapped tiringly together; while you, saying nothing, just drank in the clean, cool, clear, black, non-human sky like a draught of freshest water.
|37. “Flash of weasel eyes through the keyhole”—click here for Video-Book
So I bent down and peered in, and I nearly screamed, because inside was some kind of toilet cubicle, and it was just dimly lit, but there was a person sitting there, naked in a wheelchair, right close in front of me, staring at me with these weaselly eyes, level with the keyhole…
|38. “Kim’s amber days”—click here for Video-Book
The hazy amber days you lived there were a gorgeous alcoholic social haze of serious fun. You wasted not an instant of those years, and nothing can alter that. They’re sealed—yours—and perfect.
|39. “Your painted face alive and smiling”—click here for Video-Book
To the drum-beat inside you, you shake your hips, flick your long black hair through the air, and run with no gang. It seems you hang with everyone, and yet you are a lone wolf, a sunny band of one. Good god, you’re beautiful.
|40. “Alaia gives me a grilling”—click here for Video-Book
Evelyn croaks out a laugh as dirty as a drain. “You won’t think long, let me tell you! Come on, girl, you gonna get all high-maintenance on us? Jesus, cut us some slack here! This is how life works—and life’s too short to try and change life. At least mine is.”
|41. “It’s only a shell”—click here for Video-Book
“When you grow up around brainless chatterboxes like my family, you have to fend off the trashiness—I could just feel waves of it coming at me throughout my childhood. My sister used to decorate her room to match her rabbit.”
|42. “The last music Kim heard before Shigem”—click here for Video-Book
For that night, by chance, was the night before you finally met the dose of spice and joy whom you’d sought so very long throughout those tame Southport suburbs and beside those London railings…
|43. “Malaysian chilli peppers”—click here for Video-Book
“I can’t imagine why I’m thinking of this, but there’s a punishment in the Malaysian penal code,” says Shigem, “which is to have a peeled chilli pepper inserted up your bottom. It’s true. It’s an old Malaysian custom. I can’t remember what it’s a punishment for, but I just know it would happen to me immediately if I ever went there.”
|44. “The five times I hypnotised someone”—click here for Video-Book
“I am so calm,” I say. “I am so chilled, I’m almost on the floor. That’s how chilled I am. Look at me—don’t I look chilled? To quote Angel, don’t make me slap you…”
|45. “A declaration of war against Kev”—click here for Video-Book
Though startled myself, I continue to tune in to you behind your little wolf-lips where a smile plays, as Kev spits his gum onto the floor, lunges forward, pulls the daggers out and puts them down, leaving the head looking even worse than it did, and stands there at a loss to know what to do next.
|46. “Another furtive escape”—click here for Video-Book
“And then a model of Lucan’s driver appears with a dagger in each cheek. That was also a challenge to Lucan, not to Kev. Kev’s a real dim-bulb, you may have noticed. Angel and Damian can’t stand him—Lucan likes it like that.”
|47. “Pippa goes to greet a gentleman caller”—click here for Video-Book
You know you shouldn’t think this, but there genuinely is a chance, albeit a very small one, that this will be a man who knocks on your door, enters, recognises you, takes you in his arms and completes your life. You will thereby have got what you think you need, without even leaving home.
|48. “Does Lucan hate Shigem?”—click here for Video-Book
Evelyn peers at me in the overhead mirror, then bursts out laughing. “You’re seriously cuckoo, Jaymi—that’s way too logical!”
|49. “Theft two, and nattering about bikinis”—click here for Video-Book
The image-stream’s tail-feathers streak away and dissipate around the camera lens, like a ragged end of celluloid spinning to a halt around a spool on a projector. The tiny red light beneath the lens dims to black.
|50. “Unnerving things in Pippa’s bedroom”—click here for Video-Book
Your ears push five slim pale-brown fingers out, one by one, into the dim room: you feel each finger squeeze out its girth with a pop, wriggle off across the pillow, then halt at the pillow’s end and sniff the air, scratching and stroking at the cotton with its long crimson nail.
The above Video-Book mini-chapters 31-50 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.