hanks Richard, Sounds interesting. I will download it, but what with trying to get my head round with what’s going on now and what appears to be Finished Labour, I’m not sure I want to be reminded of New Labour!
I have uploaded a Kindle ebook of my novel DO NOT LAUGH AT THE NATIVES.
At a price of £1.99 ($2.59 and 2.30 Euros) it is a 'steal'. It can be obtained through Amazon simply by typing "Do Not Laugh At The Natives" or my name, "Richard Livermore" on your e-reader, if you have one
- or better still, here's the Amazon link.
The novel was written way back in 2007 and, after a very limited edition was published, left to gather dust for nearly twelve years.
With a few revisions and a bit of tightening up, it is now available on Kindle.
Here is a synopsis and a couple of recommendations from satisfied readers.
5’ 3” tall, under seven stone in weight, with upper arms so thin most men could get their hands all the way round, 17 yr. old Mike Daniels is the original seven-stone weakling. He is, however, extremely good-looking in a girly-boy sort of way. In denial regarding his true sexuality, fed up with being sent to the same crumby jobs by the Job Centre, he decides to seek freedom by becoming a vagabond and hitch-hiking his way round the country. On his travels, he is picked up by a huge female bodybuilder with ‘muscles to die for’, and begins an affair with her which lasts for two and a half years, after which time he strikes out on his own and becomes a very successful rent-boy.
Very roughly based on the plot of Gus Van Sant’s film, My Own Private Idaho, Do Not Laugh At The Natives is a novel about New Labour’s Britain, the Iraq War and the War on Terror, New Labour’s attacks on civil liberties and personal freedom, globalization and the promotion of a parasitical service-economy – of which Mike Daniels, as a successful rent-boy, is a grateful beneficiary. It also contains reflections on the nature of work in a capitalist society, reality, time and memory, sexuality, “two-spirits”, shamanism, Gnosticism, anarchism, Marxism, sadism, masochism, narcissism – and much else besides.
“Picaresque and poignant, Do Not Laugh At The Natives is a unique trip for the jaded traveller/reader . . .” – Ian MacFadyen, London.
“A tale, at once philosophical and adventurous, of an amazing voyage through the turmoils of a quirky youth to the borderlands of self-discovery. Riveting, thought-provoking and sexually arousing.” – Eddie Woods, Amsterdam.
NB. This novel was written in the space of a few weeks in the summer of 2007, when New Labour were still in power. It has been revised quite a bit since, but I have done my best to avoid mentioning later political developments, because that would have made it more anachronistic. New Labour are no longer in power and, detestable as they were, it must be admitted, things have gone from bad to worse since the Tories took over. I wrote the novel out of a desire to tackle a diversity of themes which pre-occupied me at the time, but one would need to be a Dickens to deal with what’s been happening more recently. I enjoyed writing it - especially the sexy bits – and I hope the reader enjoys reading it.