Part VII—Film & Video-Book
The Imagination Thief, Part VII “Friday: Alaia receding”
SCROLL DOWN THIS PAGE and click the below titles 84-94, to view the Video-Book versions of mini-chapters 84-94, which comprise Part VII of the novel.
Above is the Film “PIPPA 50”, which is embedded on the title page of Part VII of The Imagination Thief’s ebook format. In it are coloured shadows for Part VII as a whole, being just one lens’s suggestion of Pippa Vail.
Click the below titles 84-94, to view the Video-Book versions of mini-chapters 84-94
|84. “Angel tries to use me”—click here for Video-Book
“Big Bang was so amazing last night” comes Angel’s lisping-snake voice. “So amazing.”
|85. “Lucan spreads poison in the morning”—click here for Video-Book
“You better watch out, petal—you got a man there who makes deals behind your back, spills out the family secrets… Still, better to make deals than wax models. Mm-hm. Have a nice day, Shigem, it may be your last.” The line goes dead.
|86. “Stared at on an empty beach”—click here for Video-Book
Then alone in London at the window of your bed-sit, you watched the lights reflected on the surface of the wet streets. You met friends and others, and you partied and ran around, but still in many ways you were alone, as you liked to be.
|87. “Fixing the weasel hunt”—click here for Video-Book
“Well, I’ve actually been meaning to take something round to her—just a copy of Sound & Vision, since she missed it. So why don’t I give her a call right now and see if we can pop round?”
|88. “An interrupted drama and a dubious portent”—click here for Video-Book
Then you all turn towards a miniature blaze of golden light in your midst, emanating from where a dedicated beam of sun strikes Lucan’s crucifix pendant. Damian turns his eyes to the ground—hunted, humble. Lucan’s face assumes a hint of the messianic; Flames looks earnest; Kev picks his teeth.
|89. “Hunting the weasel”—click here for Video-Book
There ahead of me is the hallway—and a cold chill runs through me as I see a horrible figure halfway down it, staring right back at me, with arms rigidly at its sides and a spiky hairdo that’s both creepy and goofy.
|90. “Pippa on the brink of no return”—click here for Video-Book
This is the last game of all, Pippa, here among the slip-roads. The rain upon a bandstand that only you can see thaws out a music that was played here and frozen in a silent ring, awaiting your arrival now—notes rubbed thin by the ghosts of many tears. “What a nice day,” you say, and wish that it were so.
|91. “My lies about the Mint Man”—click here for Video-Book
As his beautiful warm brown eyes smile into mine from close up, there flickers something of our magical communion on the dance-floor, before he contrives a moment later to whisper with equal quietness back into my ear, You don’t have to, Jaymi—I totally trust you.
|92. “Alaia slithers out of Lucan’s grip”—click here for Video-Book
“I’d rather suck on a urinal cake,” she calls, without looking back.
|93. “Angel’s Baby Doll”—click here for Video-Book
Harder at the ropes she yanks, and wetter do her eyes run, and more and more stunning is her blonde hair swinging through the hot black, locked in its own swishy dripping private silence … and you feel as if you’re looking back inside yourself, Angel, as if you once were her, the Baby Doll.
|94. “Theft five, with suicide and soup-of-the-day”—click here for Video-Book
“I used to paddle in the sea in flip-flops in the summer, feeling the dead shrimps nestling in between my toes—and all the fluffy clouds in the sky, like dead bunnies. Those were the days.”
The above Video-Book mini-chapters 84-94 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.