Ignoring his mother's call, Clerk stands over the crib of the baby who died, lost in dreams of absolute liberation. Outside the hoary house and despairing, post-revolutionary metropolis, music and "real magic" await him. In the man, the search is abruptly resurrected: a desperate, ecstatic hunt for the exit from "the belly of a female python". In an urban montage of dwarves, prostitutes, pimps, and illustrious providers of goods of dubious legality, he secures pills and papers and keys to his liberation. He stumbles upon the "City of a Hundred Gibbets", a place of hidden curses and gold. At last, from the embrace of gray, gray wings, C. reaches out to the last angel who might save him.

Images and poetry fly by. In this book, the reader experiences a trip of poetry and imagination. Words take flight from the page. One is caught up in conversations that started before the first chapter and continue after the last. The author paints a picture with images, poetry, sound and action. Images and poetry spill a film noir onto paper. The reader is caught up in an avalanche of images.

Steve Mellow: Broadway Producer