Forget about The Name of the Rose.
What was that author's name?
Forget about Sean Connery.
Wasn't he the actor?
This book, Red Thread, is homegrown in America and you don't need a degree in European history to follow it.
Just follow the thread, the red thread.
Written in the 90's, Mark Rogers hung onto this gem until recently before he published it.
You can call this his Edgar Allan Poe tribute.
The cemetery section of the book is superb.
Who hasn't lay a whore at a cemetery?
I'll leave that Surabaya story set in East Java to Garuda's Travels.
This review isn't about you bozo.
Point taken but this book is sooo good.
There's always a dark side in us and if pushed to the limit, that dark side comes out.
Call it self defense, or helping Karma or justice along, I just love this stance that Mark takes and how he tacks it across the landscape of his novels.
It's his specialty folks.
And he's really good at.
Imagine suffocating in a plastic bag, yep he's that good.
The characters come alive.
We have heard them speak before.
They are us.
We are them.
That's what makes this book resonate.
Mark Roger's has an ear for dialogue.
After a while, you start questioning those voices on the pages.
Are they talking to me?
I'm not giving an inch of red thread away.
Read the book and be enthralled.
This is little and perverted America that most writers forgot to write about.
