Wells Tower, was born in Vancouver (Canada) in 1973 but since childhood living in the United States. He has published stories in various newspapers and magazines and has won major awards.
born with elevator unparalleled experience and a new form of communication: conversations lift. That is, to communicate with one or more persons sharing a ridiculous space for short periods, without having to rectify the position to regain the aura of privacy.
elevator conversations because people engage grouped, invading the minimum living space, it causes some discomfort. We must defuse the violent situation and it starts a conversation without a clear sense, nor need to. But it begins with a background pattern, which is the essential foundation of such talks, the speaker give a damn, a damn. No interest or his opinions or his way of seeing things. Not interested in his face, his clothes or his life. Just want the elevator overpost comes once a floor that was pressed.
This review is held on the same basis as the elevator conversations: the book in question in this post I care very little. I do not take the issues that touch, I do not care about the landscape and characters of his stories, does not interest me the language and narrative technique used does not show anything new.
Now imagine a reader lost in the Casa del Libro. Not sure what their next reading. Browse books to see what they buy. In his hands is all destroyed, burned all and on the first page reads as follows: Bob Munroe
awoke face down. She had a jaw, the morning birds had howled and quite dirty underwear.
few lines below:
was now surrounded by crumbs: under bare chest, stuck in the sweaty folds of the shoulders and neck, but felt that the greatest and worst of all had it in the ass crack , as if someone had shot an arrow there flint. "Morning Birds
? The birds only. All day. Is it a bird morning rooster?, "The sparrow?, Is the blackbird? I know of no bird it is only in the morning and fall to get struck noon. And it does not howl. No howling and metaphorically: sing, howl, chirp, chirp, scream ... Or even, perhaps, some emit sounds that resemble some horrific screams.
"Within the ass crack? Tufo's writing brat not shocked or nuns. Can be described in a more elegant and provocative, but above all a literary form. The first page
bird howl morning and we hit a plant ass crack. Peculiar use of language, in all likelihood the reader will not buy the book lost. This is what I have done if it were not is chosen by the reading group I frequent. Reviewed
details of the first page, note that all destroyed, burned all is a storybook. Final
open everyday issues, even bland, some tension, short diversions of the plot to return to the thread of the story. Come on, it is another author who draws on Carver, Salinger, Cheever ...
Tower is a young author. It is legitimate mimic the classic style and do it correctly is not easy. I hope in the future write something that interests me.
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