Lazlo Ferran

The Ice Boat: (On the Road from London to Brazil) Volume 1 of Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll – Pulling Down the Pants of Nick Kent and Jack Kerouac (eBook, ePUB)

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The only reason anyone went out was to buy drinks in town. The tide of cans was always in on the studio floor.

With plenty of drugs, sex and rock and roll; The Ice Boat is a modern pop-culture odyssey.

David Dee has almost got it; with a solicitor girlfriend, a job, a flat and a band in London, he almost has the happiness he has worked for all his life. His reluctance to compromise takes him away from London to disaster in Rio de Janeiro and on to surreal adventure and self-discovery in Amsterdam.

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Includes Chapter One of Ordo Lupus and the Temple Gate.

Also available in paperback and Kindle version.

Sample

Chapter One

It would be another scorching hot day. Rio, close to the Equator has winters only about six degrees cooler than the summers and had been 36 degrees at noon the day before.
Dave walked steadily forward towards a group of stevedores stacking crates near the edge of the quay. He called out, “Que sa la San Antonio?” the name on the ticket, and they pointed to the right, second pier along, with hand gestures.
“Obligado,” he said, and started walking.
It took about half an hour to locate his ship. Carrying his guitar-case and bags, he was sweating when he finally saw her, stern first.
She looked terrible. The name was the only bit of paint still properly sticking, the rest a mixture of rust, white undercoat and semi-matt or gloss black paint on the hull, rust and white above.
Dave reached the area of the quay, fenced-off by the Bremen Ship Company.
Three sides of a quadrangle were formed by a high, rusty white steel fence, with a gate and white steel office next to it inside the fencing. A white notice board on two metal poles advertised the name of the company. Layers of torn paper around the edges indicated many changes of name. He walked up to the gate and pushed it. There was was no one in the office so he walked towards the gangplank. Although the area was at least fifty metres wide, he walked as if on a tightrope, each step precise, so as not to stumble and draw attention to himself. He climbed the sloping plank and reached the deck.
The acting Purser and another man were sitting at a desk, smiling. The Purser smiled at him.
“You’re early. Ticket please.” He held out his hand.
Dave had it already in his hand and gave it to him.
The Purser punched it and passed it back after glancing at it.
“Cabin Eight, down here, two doors on right,” he said, thumbing along the ship, over his shoulder.
“That’s it,” Dave was saying to himself. He picked the bags up and walked down the deck in the direction indicated. As he stepped through the second door, over the ledge, he felt a huge rush of elation.
“I’ve done it.”
He saw a row of doors with numbers painted on them and walked along the corridor, across the ship, till he came to number eight.

Produktdetails

• Verlag: Lazlo Ferran
• Erscheinungstermin: 16. Juni 2015
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9786051761435
• Artikelnr.: 43019990