Bella Mackie – How To Kill Your Family (Heyne Hardcore, 2022)
Gelesen: 19. – 26.07.2022 (netto 418 Seiten)
Schöner und tief schwarzer englischer Humor.
Eine “Ich gegen meine Familie” Geschichte mit einer weiblichen Anti-Heldin namens Grace Bernard.
Grace will ihre verstorbene alleinerziehende Mutter rächen, indem sie den Mode-Tycoon-Vater samt seiner Familie umbringt. Für eine Frau von twentysomething ein ehrgeiziges Ziel aber Grace lernt schnell (und arbeitet extrem focusiert).
Die Morde werden beiläufig und aus einer fiktiven Rückschau erzählt, denn Grace sitzt im Knast (für einen Mord den sie ausnahmsweise mal nicht begangen hat).
Das Buch ist voller ironischer Wendungen und durchsetzt von ätzenden Kommentaren zu so allem: Die Schuld von liberalen Gutmenschen, Konsumwahn und dem Leben der Superreichen. Und Resozialisierung im Knast. Nicht.
Auf keinen Fall geht es subtil zu, Bella Mackie, eine erfahrene Journalistin, kreiert eine Antiheldin die es mit bösartigen männlichen Protagonisten wie Patrick Bateman aufnehmen kann und die schlicht und einfach blunt daherkommt.
Schönes Lesevergnügen aber nicht wirklich mit Tiefgang. Aber ein clever und ebenso beiläufig eingestreutes Ende, das ist gelungen (und ein perfektes Script für einen Film, denn hier kann eine Rückschau über eine Rückschau gelegt werden, immer ein guter Kniff).
PPS: Und Marketing war auch schon mal subtiler, aber da sich David Niven und Bella Mackie einen Übersetzer teilen wird ein Teil des Ruhmes…Denkt euch euren Teil.
Despite all the recent setbacks and sad loses life is good. And for some it was extra good on this hot Wednesday as them Clowns (from sunny Australia) finally came back to Hamburg. Life though was not good for my mate Frank as he finally caught Covid and had to stay home. And pass on this ticket. Where is sun, there also is shadow.
The DeathSet, who provided support, where completely unknown to me. Maybe due to stickers on them that read “Art Punk” or, a more sizable sticker, “Experimental Music“. They seem to be half Australian half American (i think that is what i heard from the stage) and they sport Drums and twice Guitar. And they add soundscapes, film snippets and background noise from tape respective computer.
How does it sound? Surprising!
It was a bit of everything in a surprise box. A lost luggage auction where you buy a large travel bag without knowing the contents. You may hit gold, you may hit 6 weeks of dirty underwear from a disillusioned “i take a break and trip the world” person.
The DeathSet (Hafenklang, Hamburg, 20.07.2022 (c) gehkacken.de 2022)
I was just about to leave for some outside chats when something made click. I can not pinpoint what it was but somehow it glued me to the stage. And from song to song the show got more entertaining and more diverse.
And then i knew that i was double lucky: Not only them Clowns (where i knew what i would get, downstrokes galore) but also a surprise with something very unique on both sound and presentation. And more structured songs and longer snippets actually where way outside the bad annotation of “Art Punk” or “Experimental Music“.
I chatted a bit with someone in the know on them and understand they got quite some length under their belt as a band, including a sad loss with one of the founding member passing away in 2009 and driving an extend hiatus.
My verdict: Check them out. It is worth it. You might be fended off initially but listen in and get into the groove. I will definitely check out their recorded output.
Changeover was easy, as The DeathSet placed their minature amps in front of the Clowns gear. Though size does not mater really (thanks to a PA) the kit of them Clowns gave away what was next. Big heavy riffs and downstrokes.
And this how them Clowns, all the way from somewhere in Europe, came down on Hamburg:
Back with a bang. And the new guitar player adding a slightly more metalic scent. Eager fan boy that i am i took note of the setlist and was well prepared for the entertainment to come.
That is about half/half old and new stuff, with actually one very old one in it (fan boy me). As always Stevie (singing) and Hanny (shredding the bass) took stage center and the action but the hidden gem of the Clowns is the twin guitars and the near-perfect drumming. Boy, they push a great sound forward in front of them.
Stevie took frequent leave crowd surfing and also Hanny (who sat lonely at the merch when i entered the largely empty Hafenklang but still managed to throw a smile when i said “Hi there” in passing) took a dive into the pit.
From start to finish you realize that they are stage and tour hardened, fully in sync with what they do and they are very self aware on how to throw a perfect set under any condition. And on top those in the know assured me that they are non-nonsense, professional, always friendly, grateful and always delivering 150%.
And they leave behind each and everyone of the participants satisfied and happy. For me little fan boy that was being served my fave song.
Here is “Pickle” in just another live version:
As always, sing-a-long:
i’ve woken up in gutter
turning shades
of yellow, black and blue
the only thing keeping myself alive
is a memory of you
take this iou
promise that i’ll do
a little better
next time
i’ve got my self in a downward
spiral
and there’s nothing you can do
the only substance in your life
is a bit
of substance abuse
take this iou
promise that i’ll do
a little better
next time
self diagnosing
self prescripting
self destructing
pickle
I guess it is the third time now that i got to report that it is a perfect song, with brilliant guitar work, perfect breaks and build up and words that make absolute sense to me. Kudos Clowns, Kudos.
The audience was fully engaged, loads of sing-a-long and many able to complete verses when Stevie was lending the mike down the to fist wielding front line. It was also great to see quite a number of female fans in the pit enjoying it.
Puuuurfect though after 15 songs with no encore a wee bit of an aborted ending after i guess about an hour of stage time. But it was a damn hot day in Hamburg, though cooled down a bit in the evening, and them Clowns had been on a very long run in Europe. Forgiven, without a doubt.
And me sad mate Frank? He got some live pics from me, was phoned by another friend and could listen to s song via phone and another Good Samaritan took home a setlist (hopefully signed) for him. Does it feel better now, Frank?
Them Clowns though are expected back at the Hafenklang next year. This is non-negotiable. Everything else would result in a trade war vs. Australia. Brace yourself Melbourne!
And if you can not wait you get a chance on a slightly bigger stage with better sound at the Knust, 06.12.2022 that is, in support of some Nathan Gray. But it’ll be a bit pricey.
Stephen Mack Jones – Princess Margarita Illegal (Tropen, 2022)
Gelesen: 13. – 18.07.2022 (netto 305 Seiten)
Der erste “Fall” von August Snow war echt cool, ein flottes Buch mit viel Gewalt und Humor (und einem ernsten Themenhintergrund).
Voller Freude habe ich den zweiten Fall zur Hand genommen und wurde nicht enttäuscht. eine flotte Serie scheint hier auf mich zuzukommen. Im ersten Band klang es nur leicht an, in diesem wird es zur Gewissheit: Jones hat Vic Daniel aus Kalifornien nach Detroit verfrachtet. Durch das ganze Buch scheint ein ähnlicher Humor wie bei David M. Pierce, lediglich die Härte ist dem harten Leben in Detroit angepasst.
Wieder kümmert sich der ex-Cop Snow um seine Leute (aus seiner Straße in Mexicantown), die diesmal von der United States Immigration and Customs Enforcement (kurz ICE) bedroht werden. Abschiebung, egal wie lange jemand schon in den US of A ist. Doch das ist nicht die einzige Bedrohung. Denn dazu kommen tote junge Mädchen. Offensichtlich missbrauchte Illegale.
Jones hat kein Bock auf beides und macht sich wieder auf den Weg nach oben: Wer ist der Boss, wer hat wie das Sagen in dieser Sache. Und über lokale Nazi-Biker, korrupte ICE Agenten, durchgeknallte Anwälte landet er irgendwann “oben”. Wobei der Begriff mal wieder relativ ist, denn Jones bleibt ein ex-Cop aus Detroit und ganz nach oben wird er es nie schaffen.
Dennoch gelingt es ihm genug Sand ins Getriebe zu streuen das …
… wird nicht verraten! Eine wunderbare Parabel auf die Globalisierung von Lieferketten und wie zwei unterschiedliche Geschäftsfelder sich ganz wunderbar ergänzen können (ohne dabei zuviel Licht auf das eigentlich illegale Geschäft zu ziehen). Aber da Jones Geld und nix zu verlieren hat (und ein harter Hund ist) kommt er immer weiter hoch zu den Entscheidungsträgern.
Ich mag diese Art von Geschichten, leider fehlt in der Realität ein August Snow.
