Can’t you see that you’re smothering me?

When I was in high-school, one day my friend gave me his phone to listen to a song. I understood nothing properly but it was something about breaking some bad habits. The beats and guitars were ‘cool’ enough to make me listen to it again and within 1 month I had memorized almost all the songs of a band called Linkin Park. 

This happened back in 2007. Believe me when I say this, it was a huge thing. Many boys and girls have listened to LP but I was a timid teenager far away from west in India, who nearly had never loved ‘English-songs’. So something was either wrong or very very right. My high school days, early college days and even after those I always had somethings to go back to. Those songs were like some true friends who always knew how I felt even without saying anything. Growing up, I listened to many; Metallica to Pantera, Beethoven to Eminem. But never again I felt  the connection I had with them. Years passed and the band molded themselves, changed themselves, tried new things. Some were loved, some were criticized. But that connection was never broken. For me Linkin Park was the only Rock Band ‘Who screams but never in rage and only in pain.’

And then came 20th July 2017. I was in office when I heard but I didn’t even realize what had happened. Then it hit me once i reached home. That night was spent with the trusty friends he left behind. The next night too. And the next night too. A boy had a dream of meeting his heroes once in his life. Even if it takes years, even if it takes saving money, even if it takes travelling to another continent, another country. The boy grew up to be a man but the dream never died. But it could be no more. I could dream no more of seeing them together, hearing them together. He is no more but he has left me friends to be with, to rely on.

Then why the fuck does it hurt so much damn it why the hell does it hurt so much?

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Hollywood Detective with Magic

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Hex-Rated: A Brimstone Files Novel

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James Brimstone is Jack of many trades: former child magician in circus, Korean veteran and now a licensed private investigator. His new life starts with his mentor’s funeral and his first client Nico, the scarred beautiful actress with a tale of black magic, demons and revenge on the set of a pornographic film. With knowledge of the hidden dark magics and no money in pocket, Brimstone takes the case that takes him to places which he vowed never to visit again. 

When I started reading Brimstone felt like bombastic combo of Dan Turner (Hollywood Detective), Jake (Chinatown) and Dean (Supernatural).

Then why just 3 stars?      i-want-answers

I was all over this book the second James Brimstone was introduced. Sleek, charismatic and a wonderful liar – the stupendous ragged hero. Nico was introduced perfectly as the damsel in distress of a pulp. Everything was super even the needless sex and action scenes were spot on as per a pulp. The LA setup is wonderful and tasty, the mystery is intriguing and the book is full of magical action. With ‘sexy’ written all over and weird magic gluing all together, I had set my mind to the extreme gear of ppppulp novels. But then I realized how flat the characters are. Generally, characters of pulps are written a bit ‘over-the-top’ which compliments the book and fits like a jigsaw. Hex-rated has characters which are transparent and have good and bad written on their forehead as soon as they are introduced.

All these being said, I still loved it. Somehow  it grew upon me and the ride to the last page was very satisfying. I sincerely hope to see more of a better Brimstone.

 

Damn it I almost forgot: Thanks to Netgalley and the author for providing a free copy for this review. 

Spider was hating society before it was cool

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TRANSMETROPOLITAN Vol.1 – 5 stars

Fu*k Society! Cyber punk dirty future world has come to life by Warren Ellis and Darick Roberson just to bear a Son of a Dogfu**er Gonjo Journalist like Spider Jerusalem! I don’t hate you or him, I hate you all – a moto that rings through time and space. A war of a single mo**erf**ker against society and so called face f**king protocols. His pen (read computer) is mightier than the sword (read guns and gongs) because he can write like – “Take a good look at the City before I scuttle back into my little fucking luxury hole”!

I don’t think I have got the balls  to write about this book. Just read it and enlighten your minds from the gutter hole we call society!