For some reason at one point 'Sublette' becomes 'Lunette.'
This is the first review that has taken the memoir aspect front and center. Written by the book editor of the Christian Science Monitor, this one is particularly pleasing.
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Someone wandered over to the Irish Channel from Jazz Festival just to take a leak?
Seriously, you must have been scared out of your wits.
That's not what happened.
At least not as you expressed it.
It was much worse than that, actually.
The sense of being scared slowly crept up. The level of anxiety, that sense of being under surveillance at all times, by the predetors looking for vulnerable prey -- and the knowledge that so many of the predators were just out-and-out insane, and it had nothing to do with vulnerability at all, just being in the wrong place at their right time for going off -- and under constant surveillance by everybody else too -- I started to get very edgy by February.
Then came this.
St. Patrick's Day, when thousands of drunken males descended upon Parasol's only a block away, surrounding the house -- and Ned was in Seattle, I think -- I was terrified.
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