Karma’s hijacked Car

Leave right now. It’s the only thing left for you to do.

So, let’s not get stuck on where we’re going. Think of it like this. What are you looking for?

This is the question.

Next time you peruse the revolving bookstand in the airport waiting for your flight. Ask yourself.

What do you want? Where are you going and why?

Purple opens up the glove compartment in the car and reaches in to find a copy of the first edition of the very same staggering work of genius in your hands. It says here on the back cover.

Blurbalicious.

A book good enough to read in the elevator of a burning building or in the backseat of a hijacked car or a derailed speeding train.

A book for homeless lovers in cardboard boxes under motorways who ride trains to stay warm.

A book that makes you throw your mobile phone at your boss and go drinking with winos in a graveyard after a funeral.

A book to read by a pool full of piranhas in Ibiza.

A book to impale journalists with - they give the lie.

The kind of book that opens like a surgeon’s scalpel.

The kind of book that could get you locked up.

A pocket book grenade. Every page a shard of shrapnel that exposes this millennium of lies.

Explosive.

This author writes with dead men’s fingers, spooky action up close.

The very terror of life itself.

Breathe it in and enjoy the abyss at arm’s length.

Worth immolating oneself for. Splendid.

Every suicide bomber’s time killer. Bound to be read in airports all over the world by top hijackers of every denomination.

Thrilling.

A book written better than a third movie sequel.

The special effects just couldn’t be done.

Xi runs through hoops of fire with a drumbeat in your head.

An earthquake dancing up your spine.

That fills you full of dread and I couldn't care less.

I’m going to wake you up to your life that is a walking sleep.

I’ll make you think…. before you speak.

Will the lack of linear narratives pose a challenge? asks Purple

Not in the least. Who the hell lives in a linear time frame these days says Karma.

You might see yer in the fluorescent light of underground car parks holding her quarter. Humming in the shadows. Feeling up the clock for extra time and when Xi wants to step out in style. She hits the shopping malls. Later we’ll visit the Dubai shopping mall!

A personal favourite.

The light is just purrfect says Purple cat.

All shopping malls are similar. It's the light that is the same. Blank and white. Nothing escapes the glare.

There are no shadows. No room for ambiguities.

Wasted time just hangs there in abundance and lots of people to waste it.

A little bit like that Swedish catalogue. Follow the arrow.

Fill the trolley.

Readymade family friendly nuclear fallout shelters with shelves for your shoes.

Pipe muzak appeals to my infinite sense of humour.

It makes me very giddy to think about how many people there are in the world, walking around palaces of glass and plastic junk humming the Girl from Ipanema. Target rich. Mmmm. Yum!

Vanity comes high on my list of victims.

Car showrooms. Purple cat sharpens his claws on a BMW. What a treat!

He breaks off every emblem and Karma love wears them wrapped around her waist as a customised At the airport a voice crackles in the air . "Karma Love Air flight is now……"