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The Ice Boat (On the Road from Brazil to Siberia)

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294 pages4 hours

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The Abba-like cleanness of Stockholm was getting to him. He wanted to piss against a wall.

With plenty of drugs, sex and rock and roll; The Ice Boat is a modern pop-culture odyssey.

Dave has almost got it all; with a rock star lifestyle, romance and a nice flat in London, he almost has the happiness he has worked for all his life. But his reluctance to compromise in love takes him away from London to disaster in Rio de Janeiro. Losing his identity, and his heart, to a scheming Brazilian siren, he manages to evade the corrupt music biz sharks and ends up living with three prostitutes in Amsterdam.

This book navigates the seedy underbelly of the music world like a nuclear submarine; magic mushrooms, cocaine, romantic pornography, pop culture freaks, toilet sex, public sex and laughing in the face of death all put in a glimmering appearance in this edgy, international road thriller.

Full of suspense and unresolved emotions, The Ice Boat is a real 20th Century odyssey that will have you laughing and crying. Somewhere between Ken Kesey or Jack Kerouac’s On the Road and Nick Kent’s Apathy for the Devil, it’s like a kind of two fingers up to those who mock real creativity and innocence in the performing arts.

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Includes Chapter One of Ordo Lupus and the Temple Gate.

Sample
Chapter One
“It’s because you are docile,” said Rosa, pulling on a Gitanes.
“I know. Well... I’m not docile. I just don’t see the point of conflict. That’s all. I’ve always preferred der harmony,” said Dolores.
“Well, the world is not a sweet and beautiful place, darling,” said Rosa.
“It’s not as bad as you think it is,” Dolores replied.
“Doh. You dreamer.” This annoyed Dolores.
“Listen. You think all der men are shit. And you shit on them too.”
“I do not!” Rosa replied, indignant.
“You do. You screw them all out of more money than they can afford, and you give them less.”
“It’s true,” said Rosa, smirking. “They luff it though. They want to be exploited. And anyway, why shouldn’t I exploit them? Men always exploited me, before.”
“What happened?” he asked.
“Oh. You don’t want to know. I could tell you so many stories.”
“Well, tell me one.”
“Well, there was this guy... married, okay...”

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