|About the Book|
A mystical healer falls from the sky, inhabits the body of a newly dead Native American and begins a journey to find his way back home. He soon pairs up with “Moses”, a skeptical, yet intrigued photojournalistic philosopher, running from his past,MoreA mystical healer falls from the sky, inhabits the body of a newly dead Native American and begins a journey to find his way back home. He soon pairs up with “Moses”, a skeptical, yet intrigued photojournalistic philosopher, running from his past, trying to save the future and hoping for a Pulitzer Prize photo op. They drive off, traveling cross country to where the signs lead the healer, in search of those who can send him back home. Though they each have their own agenda, they are both essentially heading in the same direction, meeting a bevy of Shamans & charlatans along the way. Initially, the Sky Man (as he is soon dubbed) does not do well with language, which renders some interesting nicknames for people he meets.In a series of missions, each with a clue/vision/tool to the next one in line, he must prove himself to be who he is to the multiplying skeptics. As adept as any Kwai Chang Caine, Sky Man conquers all obstacles affronting him, be they to harm, educate or seduce. Talismans, totems and spirit guides are offered, shared and experienced along the roads of a countryside still beautiful, as we are shown it through the eyes of respect and adoration. Given the abundance of Native American characters within the pages, there is a hefty dose of metaphysical – natural teachings, lingo and rituals, which I personally devoured, dictionary and internet at hand. (It is supposed to be fiction, right?) Drinking & debauchery, of course, slither in as needed. The injection of humor eases the intensity of content, blunders and missteps allow a humanistic perspective when broaching an almost peyote infused ride into desert, mountains and prairies. It’s a quasi-vision quest of trances and dreams, an incestuous amalgamation that transcends the wild, wild, west to the Canadian banks of Lake Huron where he is still defying implications of trickster. People know the previous owner of the body he inhabits. They want better answers. All aware that his kind do exist, that there is that possibility, there is contemplation on what, where & how to culminate. A combination of of John Carpenters “Starman” / Beatty/Henry’s “Heaven’s Gate” / Hunter Thompson’s Fear & Loathing / Jeff Noon’s Vurt or just about any Carlos Castaneda, Round Earth, Open Sky is fast-paced and covers multiple genres and fulfills in each. Witty, deep, violent & sensual. In final scene intensity, words before you, you still cannot blink, lest you miss that transformation, that flash of light, that perfect shot that finishes his journey. Loose ends tie up into a nice dreamcatcher to hang over you as tidbits flit into your slumber. Oh, for sure they will.