MatchbookMatchbook continues John Dempsey's unique vision of life on the edge of reason. It could also portray life on the verge of success, but John politely tasks the reader for interpretations. The truth likely resides with his sources, but in true journalistic fashion, John is protecting his sources (or maybe himself). The disquieting yet amusing quality of Dempsey's work is that readers often recognize someone they know, or even themselves in his stories. Therein lies Dempsey's talent; the ability to draw readers into a story that rekindles memories of the way things were, or the way readers always hoped things would never turn out. |
Contents
Yeah | 9 |
The First Fucken Snippet | 22 |
Saturday Night In Manhattan | 29 |
Green Liquor | 47 |
Good Luck Half Heart | 54 |
Table of Contents | 60 |
It Was In A 45 | 69 |
Piano Whiskey Upstairs | 76 |
Table of Contents | 107 |
Not Being A Leopard | 113 |
With Her Pacing By The Entrance | 119 |
Glass | 126 |
Good Advice | 132 |
Street Side Perspective | 141 |
From The New Graffiti Days With Special | 148 |
Table of Contents | 150 |
The Finest Of Inner Workings | 82 |
The Locusts Are Coming | 88 |
Wind Vane Spins Like A Copters Whirling | 94 |
Where | 163 |
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