A Bottomless Cup
of Midnight Oil
"For me, Chris Coulson is the American kirjanik, which means American writer in my native Estonian. His witty, gritty writing is in places poetic, in places epic. Who wouldn't fall in love with a Joseph Campbell-inspired, bliss-seeking bear, a suicidal fly, a compassionate Ford Van, and all the other characters talking to us through Chris' poetry? They all make my world instantly bigger and better. After all of life's unavoidable, inevitable drama and trauma, who wouldn't love writing that's open, brave, vulnerable, and understanding."
Airi Looman — linguist, translator, poetry blogger.
The writing is nearly finis on RED JUMBO.
Red is a left-wing, unemployed, bored alcoholic who has made two big decisions today.
And since the turn of the century.
His first decision was to become a detective, starting tomorrow, and his first case involves
the death of the Mexican maid at the estate of Mrs. Hamptons (and her husband, Mr. Hamptons).
Mrs. Hamptons is an ultra right-wing, Southern California liquor magnate and
anti-immigration lobbyist with an electric fence around her house.
Mrs. Hamptons is so afraid of getting coffee in her cream, she's even got electric dresses!
Red's other decision today is to stop drinking. For him, this case will be either a
conflict of interest, or attention span.
The novel RED JUMBO is meant for good clean fun on a brisk red and yellow autumn afternoon, maybe by the silver-blue moonlight of a summer night (other seasons, too), accompanied by a refreshing glass of your favorite pain-killer, but it will also introduce a real world changer:
the kind-hearted concept of "under the table citizenship" will show up in this story
(until the table is irrelevant) about as subtle as the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.
It's a book about racism, sexism, probably xenophobia, loneliness, general unkindness,
compassion and freedom, with a lot of crazy characters, and it's a fun book; even has a car chase,
though slow and brief: an old diesel Mercedes Benz chasing a used Toyota van.
Wild and warm as Charlie Parker's horn.
Occasionally calm, like moonlight on a pillow case.
A Utopian Non-Detective Novel, in which no one is illegal.
Or a detective.