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#2: Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 49
In the last post: The police wanted to unlock Bert's handcuffs, but they'd lost the keys…
Chief Inspector Dobbs patted his pockets, then rummaged through them one at a time. His constables waited patiently. One of them yawned.
“Damn,” said the inspector. “Must have left the keys in my dressing gown. Nobody move until I get back.”
“They ain’t in your dressing gown,” said Bert, studying his fingernails.
The inspector spun on him. “What?"
"They ain't in your dressing gown."
An ugly smirk played across Dobbs's lips, "I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you. Explain yourself.”
“I'll tell you where they are when you’re a bit more congenious.”
"You mean congenial."
"Yeah, that's what I said. Congealiant." Bert picked his nose and studied his fingernails again.
Seconds ticked past. The inspector tapped his toe, and then exploded. “Tell me, you big dummy.”
Bert lifted his chin and tried to fold his arms. “No. You gotta say please.”
“And then you gotta let me go, because I ain't done nothing but stand here locked up the whole time.”
One of the patrolmen cleared his throat. “Sir, the other guy is getting away.”
“Go and find him them, you pair of incompetent ninnies. Do I have to do everything myself?”
The constables glanced at each other, then the other said: “Any idea which way he went, Sir?”
“Of course I don’t you fu…” Chief Inspector Dobbs drew three deep breaths: in through the nose, out through the mouth. “No, I don’t know which way he went.” He turned to Bert, raised his arms, and let them flop back by his side. “Perhaps you would be so kind to brief us? Pleeease.”
To be continued…
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She contested the bygone will. He stood to lose his life's work. But neither had gambled on Alf.
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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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