Saturday, June 18, 2011
All the June Saturday afternoon Sam Pollit's children were on the lookout for him as they skated round the dirt sidewalks and seamed old asphalt of R Street and Reservoir Road that bounded the deep-grassed acres of Tohoga House, their home.
Friday, June 17, 2011
I climb to the top floor of a vast warehouse by iron stairs and ramps, a big bare room with windows I can look five hundred feet down. I have come here, of course, to soar down. Need something to break out a window. An iron bar or perhaps a barstool- - like the man who broke a glass door in the Milky Way in Amsterdam and Benn Posset shielded me with his body?
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
I was driving through the pitch black Virginia night, down the perfectly flat blacktop that was once a railroad track, across that high bridge over the ravine, thinking about the details of how one night I was going to drive off it.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
In post-apocalyptic America what begins as a con game becomes one man's quest to rebuild civilization by resuming postal service.
Despite the ridiculous plot and many critics' claims this movie is not that horribly bad, just merely mediocre (and way too long).