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OverviewFull Product DetailsAuthor: Alex James , Alexander JamesPublisher: Rabbit Studios Imprint: Rabbit Studios Volume: 2 Dimensions: Width: 13.30cm , Height: 1.30cm , Length: 20.30cm Weight: 0.272kg ISBN: 9780998247410ISBN 10: 0998247413 Pages: 234 Publication Date: 01 April 2017 Audience: General/trade , General Format: Paperback Publisher's Status: Active Availability: In stock We have confirmation that this item is in stock with the supplier. It will be ordered in for you and dispatched immediately. Table of ContentsReviews"Verified PurchaseIn Jean Piaget's theory of cognitive development there is this line, this one line that sticks with me: ""Intent precedes the ability to do."" Meaning children intend to do things long before they actually can -- walk, talk, crawl, eat and, someday, live on their own. Now, everybody knows someone, a certain someone in their life who seems to have it all mapped out, who, for them, the game's in the bag and the fix is in. This is not the case for most of us. For most of us life is like a hard landing on open waters. We grab onto the wreckage of our life and our ability to cope and we try to find dry land. Sometimes, if we're lucky, we find friends who help us stay afloat. It is also true that sometimes we push those same friends towards the sharks in the hope that we can save ourselves, live another day, find a way to make sense of the struggle, move past it, survive and maybe buoyantly thrive. That's what this book is about. In Alexander G. J.'s ""Flaming Jackass"" We are invited to watch twenty-something party girl Erin as she flounders through the waters of her life as it is played out in the city of Neapolitan. Stuck in what she knows is a dead end job slinging pizza, Erin seems never to look further than the immediate, the day to day act of living, missing the clues of easily avoidable hassles. Encircled by a support group of friends and almost friends she is blind, and flailing in her blindness she is blood-in-the-water-chum. In addition to the collection of co-workers, customers, family and pets, there is an endless parade of strangers, their names barely learned before they are gone, each one a possibility; are they lifesavers or are they sharks? Anvil or air mattress? This is the first installment of I don't know how many are intended -- with any luck this tale of a fictional Neapolitan city will evolve, like Armistead Maupin's tales of a certain side of San Francisco. Given time, Neapolitan and it's denizens might supply San Francisco with a run for it's money. August 26, 2016 Format: Paperback" August 26, 2016 Format: Paperback Verified PurchaseIn Jean Piaget's theory of cognitive development there is this line, this one line that sticks with me: Intent precedes the ability to do. Meaning children intend to do things long before they actually can -- walk, talk, crawl, eat and, someday, live on their own. Now, everybody knows someone, a certain someone in their life who seems to have it all mapped out, who, for them, the game's in the bag and the fix is in. This is not the case for most of us. For most of us life is like a hard landing on open waters. We grab onto the wreckage of our life and our ability to cope and we try to find dry land. Sometimes, if we're lucky, we find friends who help us stay afloat. It is also true that sometimes we push those same friends towards the sharks in the hope that we can save ourselves, live another day, find a way to make sense of the struggle, move past it, survive and maybe buoyantly thrive. That's what this book is about. In Alexander G. J.'s Flaming Jackass We are invited to watch twenty-something party girl Erin as she flounders through the waters of her life as it is played out in the city of Neapolitan. Stuck in what she knows is a dead end job slinging pizza, Erin seems never to look further than the immediate, the day to day act of living, missing the clues of easily avoidable hassles. Encircled by a support group of friends and almost friends she is blind, and flailing in her blindness she is blood-in-the-water-chum. In addition to the collection of co-workers, customers, family and pets, there is an endless parade of strangers, their names barely learned before they are gone, each one a possibility; are they lifesavers or are they sharks? Anvil or air mattress? This is the first installment of I don't know how many are intended -- with any luck this tale of a fictional Neapolitan city will evolve, like Armistead Maupin's tales of a certain side of San Francisco. Given time, Neapolitan and it's denizens might supply San Francisco with a run for it's money. Verified PurchaseIn Jean Piaget's theory of cognitive development there is this line, this one line that sticks with me: Intent precedes the ability to do. Meaning children intend to do things long before they actually can -- walk, talk, crawl, eat and, someday, live on their own. Now, everybody knows someone, a certain someone in their life who seems to have it all mapped out, who, for them, the game's in the bag and the fix is in. This is not the case for most of us. For most of us life is like a hard landing on open waters. We grab onto the wreckage of our life and our ability to cope and we try to find dry land. Sometimes, if we're lucky, we find friends who help us stay afloat. It is also true that sometimes we push those same friends towards the sharks in the hope that we can save ourselves, live another day, find a way to make sense of the struggle, move past it, survive and maybe buoyantly thrive. That's what this book is about. In Alexander G. J.'s Flaming Jackass We are invited to watch twenty-something party girl Erin as she flounders through the waters of her life as it is played out in the city of Neapolitan. Stuck in what she knows is a dead end job slinging pizza, Erin seems never to look further than the immediate, the day to day act of living, missing the clues of easily avoidable hassles. Encircled by a support group of friends and almost friends she is blind, and flailing in her blindness she is blood-in-the-water-chum. In addition to the collection of co-workers, customers, family and pets, there is an endless parade of strangers, their names barely learned before they are gone, each one a possibility; are they lifesavers or are they sharks? Anvil or air mattress? This is the first installment of I don't know how many are intended -- with any luck this tale of a fictional Neapolitan city will evolve, like Armistead Maupin's tales of a certain side of San Francisco. Given time, Neapolitan and it's denizens might supply San Francisco with a run for it's money. August 26, 2016 Format: Paperback Author InformationTab Content 6Author Website:Countries AvailableAll regions |