In the last post: Bert lives next door to his fiance, she wears his ring. But will the hunky young roof contractor steal her heart?
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Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 02
Dick Charmer swung himself up the scaffolding ladder. He used his right hand to grasp the rungs, while his left arm steadied a ghetto blaster balanced on his shoulder. He wore cycle shorts and stretchy T-shirt. If the weather remained warm, he’d discard his T-shirt and flex his muscles for the young girls. They loved to glare at him.
Straddling the roof of the terrace house’s crown, he surveyed his work. He’d re-pointed two of the three chimneys, and the roof tiles were now neat, clean, and whole. By the weekend, he’d be finished and ready to collect his wages.
He glanced at his watch, five-past-eight, time to wake folk. Some of The Stables’ workers were already out and about, feeding animals and grooming the horses. But most of the guests were sleeping or eating breakfast in a converted barn.
With the boom blaster perched on a chimney, he selected the most modern of his pop music and turned the volume to full. The rafters rattled in time with the bass, and he swung both his hammer and his hips to the driving rhythm. He knew big fat Bert slept in the house below, but paid no heed. There was no way that ugly brute could climb the ladder to get at him.
To be continued…
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A River in Darkness: One Man's Escape from North Korea by Masaji Ishikawa
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
To save the jobs of those in the Japanese government who helped him escape, Masaji Ishikawa wrote: “…obviously I wasn’t going to start talking to the press.” Instead, he wrote this mammoth best-selling book? Sorry, but I don’t believe this man’s autobiography can be true. If it is, then he is likely responsible for the sacking of those government officials who helped his return to Japan, and worse, expose his family to torture or execution in North Korea.
It may well be that he moved to North Korea in 1960, aged thirteen, where he lived until his escape in 1996. However, I rather believe his memoir is an over dramatised collection of exaggerated incidents he picked up from others. In which case, good for him.
I hope this is the case; otherwise, he puts himself in a poor light. From his book, he already comes across as egoistic, beating up anyone who upsets him and often leaving his family to starve while he runs off to find work to feed himself.
North Korea is undoubtedly not an agreeable place to live, but propaganda and false news flourish. The story in this book is captivating and mind-bogglingly tragic, hence four stars. I just don’t accept Mr Ishikawa’s life was as awful, or maybe I don’t want to believe, as he relates.
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