Cinderfella

Fantasies And Nightmares Merge Into A Butchered Dream Where Fairytale Cast Dark Shadows Of A Spell; A Precious Moment Extending Itself. . .Into The Realities Of Painful Lessons Learned Pushing The Character Upwards By Gentle Stages To The Remote Free Glorious Peaks Where Lay The Satisfaction And Fulfillment Of His Destiny. No Spell Ever Last. The Moment Always Passes. It Is The Present That Continues And Moments Such As They Are One After Another Reach Toward The Future Through Memory Just Briefly Then Must Capture The Imagination. Some Men May Be Crushed By The Burden Of Their Imagination. The Marriage Of Past And Present Is Much More Evident In The Streets Of The City. The City Is A Metaphor For The Dreams Spinning Out Of The Unconscious While It'S Children Puzzle Over A Painful Destiny. History Explains The Conditions But The Past Is Dead. There Is Only The Present The Imposition Of Other Men'S Dreams And The Struggle To Realize One'S Own. Intelligent Emotional Complicated And Destructive The Character Becomes A Slave To His Weakness. The Story Unfolds Extraordinary Vivid At A Place And Point Made All The More Palpable By The Heat And Humidity That Can Only Erupt Into The Thunder And Lightning Storms Reflecting The Awful Beauty Of An Arson In The Sky. Full Of Sex And Ruthless Violence The Journey Through This Novel Is Equal To An Emotional Roller-Coaster Ride Parallel To The Highs And Lows Of A Lifestyle Spent Trying To Stay Alive Long Enough To Live Up To Some Of The Ideals He Set For Himself.