First U.S. edition of Red.
The old man hears them before he sees them, the three boys coming over the hill, disturbing the peace by the river where he’s fishing. He smells the gun oil, too much oil on a brand-new shotgun. These aren’t hunters, they’re rich kids who don’t care about the river and the fish and the old man.
Or his dog.
Red is the name of the old man’s dog, his best friend in the world And when the boys shoot the dog – for nothing, for simple spite – he sees red, like a mist before his eyes.
And before the whole hing is done there’ll be more red.
Red for blood…
| Publisher | Overlook Connection Press |
|---|---|
| Limited Edition | 26 signed, lettered Limited Hardcover Edition |
| Year | 2002 |
| Format | Hardcover and Trade Paperback |
| Pages | 194 |
| Country | USA |
| ISBN | 1-892950-47-2 (hardcover) |
Father & Son is a limited edition chapbook of a previously unreleased story, only available through Camelot Books, as part of a promotion.
The old man hears them before he sees them, the three boys coming over the hill, disturbing the peace by the river where he’s fishing. He smells the gun oil, too much oil on a brand-new shotgun. These aren’t hunters, they’re rich kids who don’t care about the river and the fish and the old man. Or his dog.
Red is the name of the old man’s dog, his best friend in the world And when the boys shoot the dog – for nothing, for simple spite – he sees red, like a mist before his eyes.
And before the whole hing is done there’ll be more red. Red for blood…
Note: paperback edition also contains a sample from Road Kill (aka Joyride)
Before there was Jack Ketchum there was Jerzy Livingston, a writer new at his craft but thoroughly jazzed to it, living in a very strange time in a very strange New York City, going straight to hell in a handbasket and loving every minute, writing stories for the likes of Swank, Cavalier, Genesis, Nugget, and High Society. Dark, black-comic stories mostly, the kind you might almost expect of the Ketchum who was waiting in the wings. The Sexual Revolution was lost by then -lost on all fronts- and only a few had noticed. He had. He was whistling in a graveyard.
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