Wolf Howl

Wolf Howl

Monday, February 23, 2015

ANOTHER 5 STAR REVIEW!

ANN BEST
has written a beautiful review of RETURN OF THE LAST SHAMAN

FIVE STARS: AMAZING

5.0 out of 5 stars Amazing February 22, 2015

One reviewer says there's a lot of philosophical thought in this haunting novella that some readers might not like. 

I'm one reader who loves it. 

I kept underlining all the wonderful wisdom passages, such as, 

"And why are they dying? For one thing noise. 

Modern Man lived in a maelstrom of noise...Civilized man has forgotten what silence is." 

"Most people are unsettled by utter silence for it reminds them of darkness and death."

Throughout this tightly written, poetical novella, death does indeed hover. 

The underlying theme is that the white man's world is over. 

But does modern man (and woman) know this? 

Not according to Wolf Howl, aka Mr. Drew, his voice the main voice, in a cast of colorful characters, who comments philosophically about the nature of man and the world. 

"To be human is to be a tense death-foreseeing, conflicted animal....

Even if we did the impossible and saved Man, He would only end up destroying himself later," he says.

There's gloom and potential doom here. 

But humor is also a thread throughout the story, especially through the voice of Abby, my favorite female character. 

The shift to her viewpoint in one of the chapters is brilliantly executed; her voice, delightful.

From Abby: 
"Mr. Drew just didn't know I had no intention of killing those back-shouting Egyptians. I just wanted to scare the piss out of them....

I was getting bored seeing Shadow and Mr. Drew look all moon-eyed at each other. 

We had a world to save, and I figured we had twenty minutes left to do it."

How does Drew/Wolf Howl save it, he who said that "the purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things, and yet still rise"? 

The climax gave me chills, and still does as I think about it.

No spoilers, because I don't have the words to do it justice--

the lively dialogue, literary and mythological allusions, and pun on words to name a few of the elements in this amazing novella that has to be read, or heard, to appreciate the author's achievement.

Over three years ago I read The Bear with Two Shadows. 

Add to this The Return of the Last Shaman, and I am again "blown away" by the beauty of the author's prose and the complexity of his characters.

 I who have never read much fantasy or science fiction--haven't much liked it in the past--am now "hooked" on these genres, thanks to Roland Yeomans who deserves a wide audience for his stories that I can easily see translated to film.

I am now about to ride with an earlier Wolf Howl and Sam McCord in END OF DAYS....

THANK YOU, ANN!

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

ASHES OF WEDNESDAY



Ash Wednesday ...

the 40 days of fasting that last 46 days.  What?

The six Sundays in the period after Mardi Gras and before Easter are not counted since they are not fast days.

You learn something new every day, right?

The period of fasting is to parallel the 40 days of fasting Jesus spent in the desert being tempted by Satan.

But what about those ashes?

{Ash Wednesday by Carl Spitweg 
in Public Domain}

Ash Wednesday gets its name from the practice of blessing ashes made from Palm branches from the previous year's Palm Sunday.

Many adopt the practice of abstaining from something important to the individual during Lent.


I would nominate the ceaseless looking at the screen of your cell phone ... to only use your phone to make essential calls.

People might actually start seeing the world around them again and, you know, communicate to the person not six inches from them.

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REALITY IS AWKWARD.  

SCREENS ARE A WALL BETWEEN YOU 
AND THAT AWKWARD REALITY.

But the authentic life is composed of off-screen moments.

When most people spend more time looking at tiny screens than at the people and their surroundings, they have become blind to the world.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

Thursday, February 5, 2015

LET THE WIND BLOW THROUGH YOU



"Life's truest gift is wisdom,
And that is the one gift we must give back."
- Luke Winters

ONLY $4.86!!

Luke Winters has spent his whole life straddling two worlds, Lakota and White,

belonging in neither.

He isn't complaining.

He feels richer for the twin heritages and for the struggle to be an authentic human being.

He has learned to accept himself whether or not he is accepted by anyone else.

Enter the murky, dangerous world of a Native American Noir thriller with undercurrents of forbidden love.

A meld of a mature Romeo and Juliet and The Godfather

as seen through the eyes of a disgraced Lakota psychologist back in his home town.

The woman he has loved all his life has become the feared donna of the crime family which controls the state.

She has mastered all her enemies but one - the disease that is now killing her.

As she fights rival crime bosses sensing her weakness, can the psychologist save her from herself?

And at what cost to himself?

Monday, February 2, 2015

MYTH IS THE TRUTH IN THE LIE



 And that is with just THREE COPIES SOLD!

Imagine how high in the listings RETURN could go if you bought a copy? 

Just saying is all.

Mythology is not a lie.


Mythology is poetry reaching out with words and images 

to search out with our innermost being, 

seeking to touch the face of the Great Mystery, who is beyond words, beyond images.

whose Song breathed us into being.

The Truth of what Lies Beyond lies in a realm murky and timeless.  

Mythology pitches our minds past those boundaries of clumsy words and images

 to sense what cannot be conveyed with mere tongue or pen.

We need myths that will link the individual, not with his tribe, but with the whole planet ...

for Man is the sick animal who does not know what to do with himself.

Follow the path of myth and doors will open that you had not noticed were even there.


Sunday, February 1, 2015

I AM WOLF HOWL



I am Wolf Howl.

Myth.  When you are living it, you do not realize it.

Looking back, I realize I was living a fairy tale of how I felt life to be.

Those memories, for what they are worth, for what they may recapture, 

are glimpses of attitudes and times that are gone forever from this world.

For so long the White Man has suckled on fear and fear alone.  

Yet nothing good is produced from fear.  Its children are Cruelty, Deceit, and Suspicion ...

germinating in the darkness of souls grown numb.

And just as surely as the White Man is poisoning the air with his factories and machines,

tainting the oceans with his radioactive wastes ...

So is he poisoning his soul with his fears, his greed, and his denial of all but his ambitions.

Come with me now to a Time that Once Was, a Time you no longer remember ...

the Time of ...

RETURN OF THE LAST SHAMAN