'Lion & Lamb' combines gritty, urban crime writing and striking prose to create a unique and contemporary twist on a doomed romance.
Framed by an eerie children's tale, 'Lion' quickly establishes Jarren Daye's whirlwind descent from promising Journalism student at New York's Columbia University to underground boxer hell-bent on revenge.
And, of course, the girl worth every drop of sweat and blood it takes him to get there.
Daye's innocence is established early; his tempestuous relationship with fellow student Lana Shannon drives the angst-filled first act, 'Lamb.' ...
'Lion & Lamb' combines gritty, urban crime writing and striking prose to create a unique and contemporary twist on a doomed romance.
Tibor Gyorgy Fidler sits across the coffee shop table from me, and his eyes say
Boy, have I got a story to tell you
before he parts his robust lips to say
Boy, have I got a story to tell you.
Over the course of my bi-weekly encounters with Tibor, I'm to learn of a life fully-realized. Fully-realized and fantastical, and, to a writer, vivid in both the recounting of adventures too bold for a writer's imagination, and, quite frankly, vivid beyond this writer's humble hopes of completely recounting.
Here then, in the pages to...
Tibor Gyorgy Fidler sits across the coffee shop table from me, and his eyes say
Two writers, one city. One year. Both struggling towards the same goal, their approaches as opposite as their personalities. Two manuscripts, twelve months to see their respective dreams realized, or squandered forever. Red, more interested in drowning his God-given genius in pop culture cliche, is all about excess; more drugs, more steroids, and more dirty-pretty-dirty girls, hoping to mask insecurity in a meticulously orchestrated cover-boy facade. If only he could apply such structure to his writing... Or... Blue, basking in over-analyzed and imagined shortcomings, his loathing...
Two writers, one city. One year. Both struggling towards the same goal, their approaches as opposite as their personalities. Two manuscripts, twelv...