"A Wicked Twist of Fate" is a short novel that takes place in Manhattan in the late 1940's. It has been reviewed favorably at MyShelf.com by Jen Oliver. As a novel of dark desire and some graphic violence, it does seem to elicit some strong emotions from its readers. But it's an honest book with real blood and guts characters that drive the plot forward. I hope its readers will enjoy it for what it has to offer above and beyond the brutality found in some of its pages.
A Wicked Twist Of Fate is a page turning exploration into the life of a man whose lust for power turns him into a tormented derelict. There is a fury and a passion in its pages that is seldom met with in today's fiction.
It is essentially a dark novel that probes the soul of a man who is on the brink of desperation and is experiencing an existential nightmare.
The novel is introduced by a second person character, who, on a fateful night, under the glare of a street lamp, sees an old derelict emerge from the shadows of a doorway in the East Village. He has seen the man before on several occasions. But now he will hear the heart rending story that drove him to ruin and despair. (Fade out to chapter one).
Excerpt
From the introduction: I was twenty years old when I first came to New York City in 1979. I was consumed, as most youths my age, with a fire to succeed. I had heard my calling; it was loud and shrill and it deafened all my previous fears. Out there in my father's fields, after the sun had set and spread its twilight shadows over my head, I knew that I must leave. While looking at the silver birches swaying in the harvest wind, I felt a deep longing, a sense of grief, and a profound desire to cut the knot that held me to my home. Right then and there I resolved to leave Vermont and seek my fate amidst the stormy streets of New York City.
Perhaps fame and fortune await me there, I thought. I was an intelligent person, my index at college was exemplary. Besides, where else could I get the experience that was vital for a future writer to succeed at his craft?
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