Clifford - Mccall, D. A.
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Clifford is a brief slice of a rudderless teenage life. A preponderance of the book takes place on a road trip with Floyd and Marsha. After narrowly missing Clifford with a bucket of chicken bones (hurled from their car) the improbable pair offer Clifford a ride. Clifford is beguiled by an uninhibited Marsha. (Marsha is the first female to treat Clifford with something other than scorn.) The trek ends at Marsha's house. Clifford isn't asked to leave and is delighted to stay. The indelible climax of Clifford takes place at a party.

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Produktbeschreibung
Clifford is a brief slice of a rudderless teenage life. A preponderance of the book takes place on a road trip with Floyd and Marsha. After narrowly missing Clifford with a bucket of chicken bones (hurled from their car) the improbable pair offer Clifford a ride. Clifford is beguiled by an uninhibited Marsha. (Marsha is the first female to treat Clifford with something other than scorn.) The trek ends at Marsha's house. Clifford isn't asked to leave and is delighted to stay. The indelible climax of Clifford takes place at a party.
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Autorenporträt
D.A. McCall's formal education took place in Washington and Oregon. He has a published book of drawings and text titled, Evidently It Is Black & White . Plus, several unpublished manuscripts to his credit. (This may change.) At the height of the war in Vietnam (not wishing to be cannon fodder) he weighed his options. Canada seemed inviting (although somewhat cold and remote) On the other hand the Air Force recruiter was only a bus ride away. After three and a half years in the Air Force his true nature emerged from suppression. He was promptly discharged. In high school he was given a writing assignment and although his effort received little more than a passing grade, in a sea of red ink the insightful teacher mentioned something about "style". This was a revelation. Until that moment he had no idea he possessed any writing talent let alone "style". He was reading Jack London at the time, hence the "style". The evidence is scant but he has fancied himself a writer for so long the notion is really not that fragile. In recent years he has become increasingly reclusive (this has been "surprisingly" easy to accomplish). Relieving much apprehension, D.A. McCall has no children.