The Hollywood Dodo
A Novel
Chapter One
Hurry Sundown
The movement is westward, racing along the
swarming freeway, chasing the sun, accelerating
towards the sea, in your painted wagon, in your
rental car, further, west of here, west of your
life, toward some old dream, some new darkness,
away from the old world.
It's a race we always lose. We move too slowly.
We can't outrun the gathering dusk. The sky
turns carotene orange. The palm trees turn into
cartoon silhouettes. You settle for the next
best thing. You find somewhere to park, you
briefly stand in line, buy your ticket, step
inside.
You're glad you made it, but it's not quite as
you imagined. You were deceived. You believed
the word of mouth. The scenes you saw in the
trailer had other, lesser meanings when seen in
context. There was less tha ... read full excerpt from The Hollywood Dodo, A Novel ebook
