Monday, May 31, 2010

Movie Review : Blue Velvet (1986)



Country:

USA

Recognizable Faces

Kyle MacLachlan
Isabelle Rossellini
Laura Dern
Dennis Hopper

Directed by:

David Lynch



Blue Velvet is one of my favorite movies. Last friday, as I wired up my DVD player, I thought it would be a good idea to watch it over again. The next day, Dennis Hopper checked out of life. OK, he was 74 years old and had his fair share of good moments, but still, when a great actor like Hopper dies, that means he will stop kicking our collective asses in movies.

As a tribute to one of my favorite actors and an (hopefully) incentive to watch one of the strangest movies Hollywood ever produced, here is my review of David Lynch's tainted fairytale...

STORYTELLING

Ready for this? Oh no you ain't. Local naive boy Jeffrey Beaumont (McLachlan) finds a human ear in a vacant lot while walking back from a hospital visit to his father. Like Alice in the Rabbit Hole, Jeffrey will fall into the underworld of Lumberton, a city he tought to be fun, warm and welcoming for everyone of its citizens.

Beaumont is tipped by one of his policeman neighbor daughter Sandy (Dern) that the ear has to do with a cabaret singer named Dorothy Vallens (Rossellini). Pushed by a macabre voyeur instinct, Beaumont starts investigating on Vallens and finds that she's prisonner of a depraved mobster named Frank Booth (Hopper). He hold Vallens' husband and wife in hostage and threatens to kill them unless she complies with his eerie sexual play. Jeffrey and Sandy will go down the dark path of Lumberton, in hope to help Vallens recuperate her son.

DIRECTION

I could write a five pages essay on this easy, but let's focus on the shining points. The most disturbing scenes of Blue Velvet happen inside appartments. Mostly Dorothy's appartment or Suave's (Dean Stockwell). Inside these, the cinematic world freezes for a moment and Lynch's movie becomes a dark stage play. The ethereal Lumberton goes down a dark needle hole to transform into a microcosm of the real.

The contrast in between these scenes and the overall licked, perfect Lumberton gives the movie a power of his own. The tale, similar to Alice In Wonderland in more than a few points will make you look at your neighbors with a good dose of paranoia. Everybody has a dark side. The Lynchian drama, taken to the green lawns of suburbia is a beautiful thing.

ACTING

I'm not big on Kyle McLachlan. Mainly because in every role he plays, he ends up looking like an old lesbian. He's a good fit at Jeffrey Beaumont though. He had that neat, polite, but slightly disturbing image of a good thinking small town boy. Rossellini gives a solid go to Dorothy Vallens, she embodies the woman falling into madness and despair. She would've made a good Blanche Dubois.

Rossellini would've got my nod for the best acting job in the movie if it wasn't for Hopper. He absolutely BLOWS THE FUCKING ROOF OFF as Frank Booth. His portrayal of mental issues and sexual pervertions is picture perfect. He's going to scare the wits out of you with his crazy eyes and explosive temper. One of my top 10 performances of all time. A quick salute to Laura Dern who's believable as the girl-next-door Sandy Williams, but gets overshadowed with that strong cast.

INTEREST

Lynch is one of these intellectual types. He's a fun intellectual though. Going to one of his movies is a challenge in itself. You will have different interpretations than your friends and will argue over it for months. Blue Velvet is my favorite because it's complicated enough to resist simplistic analysis and fun enough to remain entertaining.

Frank Booth is the main interest of Blue Velvet. His dark and twisted Oedipian needs will spark debates among your friends and scar you forever. You won't be able to watch movies the same way after seeing Booth's best moments with his Oxygen mask.

NOTE: A+



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Notes on Cynicism



I quit. I don't want to be cynical anymore. It's so Generation X anyways. No seriously, I'm getting sicker and sicker of fun-loving negativity. Half-baked scientific explanation behind laziness and egocentric values. I'm tired of people who drone their lives away through the mainstream while bitching and moaning about their condition in wine-laced dinners.

I used to be cynical, I admit. Maybe I still am. Just a little bit. It's easy being cynical. You can judge everything and everyone according to your little reality. If you can't keep a job, employers are pigs. If you can't keep a girlfriend, then you're a reproductive animal and you're not meant to be with the same person. If you're not satisfied with your condition, then the world is to blame for your demise: your parents, your neighbors, your friends. Being cynical implies being right in defeat all the time.

I miss dreaming. Having dreams is the most enlightening, motivating activity I've ever had. No cynical people ever changed the world. When Rosa Parks sat in front of a bus back in the days. She didn't listen to this little voice saying: "The white men are always going to push you back anyway, that's how white men are. Why bother"? She dared to think she had a place in front of that goddamn bus. Because of that, her name is in history books today.

I still remember the days where Dave Loiseau and GSP were at the gym training and only dreaming of the UFC. They went at the bar with the gang on Saturdays, with bright shining eyes and dreaming of the center stage. Both of them sweat blood and tears for it, but today, because they never gave up, both are veterans of the UFC now. They were inspired and they dreamed about having a better life.

I want to dream with that intensity too. I want to be lifted by my ideals and try to get over my present condition. It's doable, but I have to fight my negativity. Seriously, to hell with cynicism. Call dreamers "cloud shovelers" if you want, but that's where every great thing starts. In the clouds...

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Saturday, May 29, 2010

Farewell Dennis Hopper...



You want to read something eerie? Yesterday, I was rewatching Blue Velvet, my favorite David Lynch movie. Today Dennis Hopper dies. It's sad, and a little bit creepy. I don't know what's wrong about May 2010, but that's another pillar of the entertainment industry we lose after Ronnie James Dio.

You might know Hopper from movies like Easy Rider, Apocalypse Now or True Romance, where he shined as one of the best mental cases on the big screen. The peak of his career really came in 1986 though, when he incarnated perverted oxygen junkie mobster Frank Booth. His performance is like nothing you've ever seen before. In case you didn't watched it yet, watch for my soon-to-come review of Blue Velvet and watch it. It's going to leave you changed. If you're too lazy for that, just watch the scene on top. Those who saw Lynch's movie already will remember it fondly, the others will have hard time sleeping tonight.

Farewell Dennis Hopper...thanks for all the disturbing moments!



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Notes on Mental Disorders




Sometimes I'm a lucky bastard. A dogma of writing insists on putting the emphasis on showing rather than telling. For example, why telling that two people are in love when you can show them being cute. For a few months now, I've been sitting near a very interesting case at work. I've been slow to convince, but now I'm pretty darn sure that the new guy has issue. The mental kind of issues.

Like in anything, me and my colleague J have discovered the truth gradually. First of all, he was always the type of guy that wore sunglasses inside (I know, so '94 right?) It started with intrusions inside our conversations that became stranger and stranger as time passed by. As we tried to tiptoe around the problem of an intrusive co-worker, our deranged co-worker has started to blurb about any kind of subject in hope to find somebody to discuss with.

At first, I thought he was a very lonely person, trying to reach out in his clumsy way. Lately, his attempts at reaching out have became stranger and stranger. He kept me thirty, forty minutes after his shift (he finishes an hour before me), telling me stories about street fight, jumping bail in Canada and doing military service in France (things already don't add up). Mythomaniac? Maybe, but I don't think so, it's darker than that.

What I've learned this week is that he doesn't tell the same stories to each of his co-workers. Some workers he grew closer to got some more disturbing stories about sexual exploits and meeting with mysterious girls. First time I was hinted on a mental disorder is when I saw him going down the elevator at lunch time he had bicycle shorts, a bicyle vest unzipped...and nothing under.

Last Friday, he pulled one of his best episodes, he removed his shirt at his cubicle and told everyone to "keep it in their pants". There's basic understanding of society that keeps you from doing that...with...most...of the people. Not him. He stayed shirtless on his chair for a good minute or two, sounding like he was getting a blow job. Scary, I know.

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Friday, May 28, 2010

Movie Review : Savage Messiah (2002)



Country:

Canada

Recognizable Faces:

Luc Picard
Isabelle Blais
Pascal Montpetit

Directed by:

Mario Azzopardi




I've been meaning to watch Savage Messiah since it came out in the theaters in 2002. French Canada's most notorious batshit crazy criminal is a tad of a senstive subject so I've been down on luck trying to sit down and watch it for the last seven years. Finally, I came around to watch it this week. Being a crime writer and all, I like to gather as much information as possible about notorious criminals.

Especially when they are out of control...and were imprisonned in my hometown for most of their childhood.

STORYLINE

Names have been changed to protect the identity of the sect member, but Savage Messiah is the true story of cult leader Roch "Moses" Theriault. I nickname him "Moses", because that's who he said he was to his followers.

Theriault has a long and impressive rap sheet of atrocities, but the movie concentrates around the life of his Ontarian village and his downfall. Paula Jackson, a social worker, specialized with kids starts an investigation about Theriault's group after a series of incident brough some of his wives to her office, seeking help for their children.

Paula Jackson will dig up atrocities after atrocities, discovering a sect based around its leader's sexual dominance over his herd and his gradual descent into madness. Group sex, humiliation, submission, torture, necrophilia, the total package. Savage Messiah portrays a little bit of the horrors committed in Theriault's village, but still manages to be disturbing. I don't want to be a party poop and spoil the ending, but today, Roch Theriault is still in jail so you can imagine how it ends.

DIRECTION

There are many questionable artistic decisions to Savage Messiah. I'm not sure Paula Jackson is even a real character in the story, but the way the character is portrayed doesn't make you love her. She's a cold, frustrated, self-righteous woman with a dark past. Kind of like a female hard-boiled character, which doesn't quite fit the mood of the story. Making her a bit warmer would've helped to make me believe she wanted to help more than to crush Theriault herself in order to make peace with her past.

The "visions"/"flashbacks" that Paula has don't work well. She's "reading" into Theriault's facade and sees under a blue filter, the true sadness within his followers and the darkness through Theriault's heart. I hated it, made me feel like the director wanted bad to convince me that Jackson was a great person more than the actress Polly Walker did.

ACTING

Two of the biggest names in Quebec cinema play in this movie. Luc Picard as Theriault and Isabelle Blais as Lise (which is the character that's based on Gabrielle Lavallee, the survivor who wrote a book). Both are delivering the goods big time. Picard (often compared to Andy Garcia) gives a stunning portrait of darkness. He embodies it, he makes you feel like your look into a bottomless pit when you're staring at "Moses". Just for his performence alone, the movie is worth the rent price.

Blais is also amazing. Everytime she's on screen, she makes me forget that she's an annoying hipster from Montreal's Mile-End district and make me believe in the strenght of her characters. In Savage Messiah, she portrays the subtle awakening of a tortured soul that's blessed with a ray of light for the first time after walking through pitched black darkness.. She's the other main reason why you should watch the movie.

The rest of the acting is a complete train wreck that sounds false scene after scene, but it's all good because the two superstars from "La Belle Province" take the center stage and run the show. You just have to sit throught the other moments and close your eyes.

INTEREST

I cannot name you one reason why you should watch Savage Messiah twice. Luc Picard and Isabelle Blais are delivering very strong performance, but it's all the movie has to offer. It's a prude approach to a subject that ended up lacking punching power. The story is told from a first person point of view, which sounds wrong from the start and doesn't concentrate on the horror when it should've. Savage Messiah was mildly enjoyable (and informative) for 95 minutes, but it lacked focus and power. It's a forgettable movie about a subject that we should all never forget.

NOTE:C+




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Versus Episode 006: "Camera Obscura"



Cameras don’t lie. They don’t tell the truth either. Not the truth History books and News Bulletins are telling. Camera tell a silent story. A series of meaningless images and sound that the narrator has to put back in order. That was the official title written on Shinya Yoshida’s business card: Real-Life Drama Narrator. Maestro, Director, Lead Role, he could’ve called himself all of that. Narrator was just an artistic choice. Behind his observation post, he was king. There was never a moment for him where he was more satisfied of his choice. Leaving Kabuki and No theater representation for real life art. Shinya liked to think that human psyche was his molding material.

John Rasmussen had disappeared from the cameras for the last few minutes. Shinya saw him wander around his apartment like a potted plant on a skateboard for maybe an hour. Gaze low, back hunched; the signs of defeat. Shinya Yoshida had a laugh, thinking he would probably react in a similar fashion if he had learned on CNN that he was declared dead a few hours ago. For ten minutes now, according to the camera’s time code Rasmussen had disappeared. He droned back to the living room where the lead-stuffed mannequins were, sat behind the couch and disappeared from the eye of the camera. Shinya Yoshida wasn’t worried because Rasmussen was most likely still there. The shadow cast by the ceiling spot on the couch was a perfect hiding spot.

Shinya thought Rasmussen was just letting his high go by. He would stop drinking and eating anything around the house and become gradually weaker. That was the third part of the plan; making the subject submit to the authority of the narrator. There was no use for characters that fought their fate, not in real life.

The first camera went down a few seconds after Shinya Yoshida unwrapped a tuna sandwich. There was no outage, no breaking sound, the image switches to white noise just like that. From his constantly improving electronic skills, Shinya judged that somebody had cut or pulled a wire. Before Shinya could even think about an emergency plan, another camera went down. On the remaining screens, still no sign of life. No traces of John Rasmussen. The storyline had the compound deserted by a living ghost.

By the time Shinya turned around to grab his shotgun, four screens were turned off. Rasmussen was in enough of an uproar to be vulnerable, but Shinya, as the narrator, judged that the tale had been long enough and that the bad guy needed to die. It was time to leave the hideout. Rasmussen short circuited the cameras within ten minutes. Not only he was in an uproar, but he became a security threat. Figuring out the camera pattern wasn’t so hard, it just showed that Rasmussen had a part of the brains he pretended to have. Once he had figured out the wiring of one of them, he could figure out that they were all interrelated. There was a limit to a number of junction boxes you could put in such an operation. One was perfect as long as the cams stayed out of reach. As soon as there was a single chink in the plan, Rasmussen could maneuver with a relative ease to break the camera setup without being traced. And that’s exactly what he was doing.

Then it happened.

“Talk to me”. Shinya heard over the sound system. “Talk to me, motherfuckers”.

His heart stopped for a split second.

“Talk to me, come on, what do you have to lose, I’m a dead man walking, am I?”

Shinya sat back behind the observation post and tried to control his trail of thoughts. Rasmussen had no idea – couldn’t have any idea – of where he was right now. He couldn’t imagine to have to share a house with his demise. The logical answer was to go investigate the shed outside. Shinya thought he would check out the shed if he was in Rasmussen’s shoes. There was no harm talking to him. He survived part one without overdosing, part two without committing suicide and he was going strong into part three. The important was to buy time, so he wouldn’t figure out what hit him. He had to be tipped off to the shed.

“Big Bad Johnny. You make me sad now, I can’t see you..boooohoooo….hooooooooooooo….fuckin’ hoo” played Shinya, over the microphone.

“You know that people pay crazy amount of money for a single snapshot of me. You know that, of course. You know me well motherfucker.”

“I know everything there is to be known about you.”

“Who are you, my mother?”

“No, your mother is dead John.”

Strange rumble noise. Shinya smiled interiorly, knowing he struck a nerve. Rasmussen was thrashing his own house.

“WHO ARE YOU, SHOW YOURSELF SO WE CAN SETTLE THIS LIKE MEN” screamed the writer, making the sound system squeal at the extra decibels. Shinya reclined and put an index over his right eardrum, the one who got damaged by a gunshot in one of his recent cases.

“You’ve been playing with dangerous people John, and that for so many years” continued Shinya.

“Tell me something I don’t know” blurted Rasmussen, while strange background noise almost covering his voice.

“What are you doing Johnny boy?” asked Shinya.

“Preparing to smoke you out, you vermin fuck” answered Rasmussen.
“You’re cute, you’re going to torch your own house up?”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. It’s not like you could do anything about it you know? You don’t see me anymore” said John Rasmussen, satisfied.

“That’s where you’re wrong Johnny, I can see you out the window” lied Shinya. “I’m going to bring marshmallows to eat at the bonfire.”

“No you’re not”

“Why you say that Johnny?”

“You wouldn’t have asked me what I’m doing right now. I’m not preparing to torch my compound. You’re inside with me.”

Blind eyes don’t lie. Rasmussen was smarter than he thought, he wasn’t a one liner wonder like his show made him out to be. This turned into a guerilla.


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Thursday, May 27, 2010

On a quiet Super Highway




This is a blank billboard. When night falls down on New York City, it's impossible to notice anything written on it from the Interstate. Tomorrow, four people hired by Dolce & Gabbana will start plastering a giant publicity over the highway for every suburban worker to see. Two of these hired journeymen are sleeping right now. The two others are watching T.V at home. One of them is with his wife and cradles his baby right now. Tomorrow, none of them is going to touch this billboard. There's someone already up there.

A metropolis never really goes to bed. When the day shift clocks out, the streets are filled with the ones that can't stand afternoon sun, lunch hours, water coolers and traffic jams. They are moved by the cool air of the evening and the easy-flowing streets. These people are too fast, too smart or too reckless for for you to see them. They are on the rooftops, in dark corners and anywhere you don't look at in general. Tonight, two of them are standing up on a black billboard by the Interstate just outside of town.

Tomorrow, the East Coast wakes up to see another day. Different than the days of fast paced, corporate droning they have known. They thought they were open, they thought they knew how to think outside the box.

They better think again.

Things will change.

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Manly or Macho Man?



A few of you might have noticed I killed Dead End Gaming last week. Considering my involvement with Hooked Gamers and The Gamers Studio, it became a massive waste of time. I still like video games though and I thought that this article by Yahtzee is a good way of re-introducing them subtly into Dead End Follies. Here in this guess post, he traces the line in-between the concepts of manliness and macho. Very accurate in his over-the-top way.


by Ben "Yahtzee" Croshaw

Dead To Rights: Retribution, like so many shooters, is a game about manliness. It's about situations wherein big strong men with muscles like Greek statues spurt hot bullets from out of their massive, two-handed death cocks. That's when they're not sticking their heads in each other's armpits and grappling over which one gets to be the bitch.

I'm not prejudiced. If you get a rush from having your prostate tickled by a male friend's huge mustache then more power to you, but personally I find nothing more off-putting than an overly "macho" character. Now, I know that action game protagonists are almost invariably male because of society and marketing and all that, and that in games where a lot of things are required to be dead the heroes are going to have to be physically strong and capable in a fight, which are typically masculine traits. But the point I want to make is that there's a significant difference between being manly, an awesome masculine badass who we can respect and admire; and being macho, a muscular, insecure tosspot with no social skills. This is a distinction that more games need to realize.

Here are some examples of manly characters: Niko Bellic (GTAIV). Ezio Auditore da Firenze (Assassin's Creed 2). The Prince of Persia (Sands of Time / Two Thrones).

Here are some examples of macho characters: Jack Slate (Dead To Rights). Marcus Fenix (Gears of War). The Prince of Persia (Warrior Within).

The manly man equips himself appropriately. He wears clothing that combines protection with storage space while still allowing for flexible movement. He arms himself with effective, concealable weapons. In pre-industrial games, this will mean whippy, undecorated and razor-sharp swords. In gun-based games, he will depend on a simple handgun for small-scale firefights, switching when appropriate to the popular shotguns and rifles of the era.

The macho man will either wear the most overly complicated suit of armor he can find, emblazoned with skulls and spiky bits, or will run around in his pants in the belief that this will prove something about himself. His ideal length for a sword is roughly his own height, and for most situations requiring guns he will solely use devices that have been proved capable of completely disintegrating a heavy goods vehicle.

The manly man has a full emotional range. While fully capable of feeling and acting upon his anger and resentment when confronting his enemies, he is civil and even-tempered around neutral parties and warm and affectionate to his close associates. In his lowest moments of despair he's not afraid to let his emotions show as he seeks solace in his allies and perhaps sheds some dignified tears, but he is equally unafraid to confront the sources of his displeasure and take appropriate retaliation.

The macho man thinks emotions are for women and poofters. The only emotion he is prepared to display is screaming fury, especially as he leaps down from a first-story window, impossibly huge sword pointed directly at the eye socket of an upward-staring foe. When dealing with allies and neutral parties whose murder will be frowned upon, the macho character will at best be merely rude and indifferent, and at worst will grab them by the lapels, shove them into walls and bark gravel-voiced threats. In place of shedding tears, the macho character will only make a curious tight-lipped, boggle-eyed expression of distaste before stomping off alone to jam his giant sword into somebody's jollies.

The manly man respects his fellow human beings. While physically capable, the manly man understands that one's worth can't be measured in combat skill alone. He has the greatest respect for scholars and technical experts who have mastered necessary skills that he himself lacks. He is patient with children, and respectful of the opposite sex. The manly man romances women he finds particularly intriguing, and given the appropriate mutual consents, will do her tenderly and satisfyingly right up the Edith Piaf. And she will love it.

The macho man feels that anyone who can't knife-fight their way out of a giant kraken's embrace probably deserves to die, and when technical skills are required, will put the nearest appropriate boffin in an armlock like an overgrown school bully and force him or her to do the work. The macho character thinks girls are icky and avoids them where possible out of fear of cooties, or out of fear that her grotesque Emmeline Pankhursts will somehow suck in and consume his masculinity. The nearest thing the macho man gets to physical intimacy is having communal showers with his equally oversized buddies in between armed conflicts. While no sexual horseplay will occur at the time, he will probably be thinking about it later when he jerks off. Really angrily.

Anyway.

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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The Offspring - Gone Away



CASE STUDY! In order to put me in the mood to write "Solace", I try to put myself in the pants of a mournful young adult. Youth, dreams, regrets and melancholy make a toxic mix for somebody who's already not attached to much things. Oh and you know what? I'll always have a soft spot for "Gone Away" no matter what I write. I don't take it as seriously as I once did, but still, it's a catchy song.


The Offspring - Gone Away

Maybe in another life
I could find you there
Pulled away before your time
I can't deal it's so unfair

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it feels
Yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away

Leaving flowers on your grave
Show that I still care
But black roses and Hail Mary's
Can't bring back what's taken from me

I reach to the sky
And call out your name
And if I could trade
I would

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it stings
Yeah it stings now
The world is so cold
Now that you've gone away
Gone away, gone away, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Oooooo, yeah oooooo, oooooo, Ohh yeah.

I'll Save Your Soul
Whoa. Yeaaaaaeeeaaeah. Mm.

I reach to the sky
And call out your name
Oh please let me trade
I would

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven's so far away
And it feels
Yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you've gone away
Gone away, gone away, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Oooooo, yeah oooooo, oooooo, Ohh yeah.
Oooooo, yeah oooooo, oooooo, Ohh yeah.

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Book Reviews



You will find a link to every book review I wrote for Dead End Follies here. Novels, novellas, short story collections, anthologies and non-fiction alike. It's in alphabetical order of authors names, with anthologies on top because they don't have a single author. Enjoy browsing!

Anthologies


Beat to a Pulp : A Rip Through Time (2012)
Burning Bridges : A Renegade Fiction Anthology (2012)
Drunk on the Moon (2012)
Feeding Kate (2012)
Pulp Ink (2011)

A
Anderson, Laurie Halse - Speak (1999)
Asher, Levi - Chiaroscuro: Assorted Literary Essays (2011)
Ayres, Jedidiah - A F*ckload of Shorts (2012) 
Ayres, Jedidiah - Fierce Bitches (2013)

B


Baer, Will Christopher - Kiss Me, Judas (1998)
Banks, Iain - The Wasp Factory (1984)
Banks, Ray - Gun (2008)
Banks, Ray - Wolf Tickets (2010)
Banks, Ray - Dead Money (2011)
Beetner, Eric - Dig Two Graves (2011)
Bill, Frank - Crimes In Southern Indiana (2011)
Bill, Frank - Donnybrook (2013)
Bird, Larry - Drive: The Story of my Life (1990)
Black, Tony - The Storm Without (2012)
Blaedel, Sara - Only One Life (2007)
Block, Lawrence - The Sins of the Fathers (1976) 
Block, Lawrence - In the Midst of Death  (1976)
Block, Lawrence - Time to Murder and Create (1977)
Bradley, Ryan W. - Code for Failure (2012)
Brennan, Gerard - Wee Rockets (2011)
Brennan, Gerard - Fireproof (2012)
Brown, R. Thomas - Mayhem (2011)
Brown, R. Thomas - Merciless Pact (2011)
Brown, R. Thomas - Hill Country (2012)
Brubaker, Ed - Criminal Vol. 2:Lawless (2007)
Brubaker, Ed - Criminal Vol. 5:The Sinners (2010)
Brubaker, Ed - Criminal Vol. 6:The Last Of The Innocent (2011)
Bryson, Bill - A Short History Of Nearly Everything (2003)
Bunker, Edward - Education of a Felon (2000)
Burke, James Lee - The Neon Rain (1987)
Bury, Col - Manchester 6 (2012)

C

Capote, Truman - In Cold Blood (1966)
Carver, Raymond - What We Talk About When We Talk About Love (1981)
Carver, Raymond - Cathedral (1984)
Chomsky, Noam - Power Systems: Interviews with David Barsamian (2013)
Clark, Aaron Philip - The Science Of Paul (2011)
Clevenger, Craig - The Contortionist's Handbook (2002)
Coelho, Paulo - Veronika Decides To Die (1998)
Collins, Suzanne - The Hunger Games (2008)
Cranmer, David - The Education of a Pulp Writer (2012)

D

Davidson, Hilary - The Damage Done (2010)
Davidson, Hilary - The Next One to Fall (2012)
Davidson, Hilary - Evil in All its Disguises (2013)
Davis, Joshua - John McAfee's Last Stand (2012)
DeLillo, Don - White Noise (1985)
DeLillo, Don - Falling Man (2007)
Didion, Joan - Slouching Towards Bethlehem (1968)
Dirty Poet (The) - Emergency Room Wrestling (2011)
DOA - Citoyens Clandestins (2007)
Doyle, Sir Arthur Conan - The Adventures Of Sherlock Holmes (1892)

E

Edgerton, Les - The Rapist (2013)
Eggers, Dave - A Heartbreaking Work Of Staggering Genius (2000)
Guthrie, Allan - Bye Bye Baby (2010)

H

Hammett, Dashiell - Red Harvest (1929)
Hansen, Pearce - Street Raised (2006)
Hansen, Pearce - Gun Sex (2011) 
Hansen, Pearce - Stagger Bay (2012)
Harding, Paul - Tinkers (2009)
Harris, Thomas - Red Dragon (1981) 
Harris, Thomas - The Silence of the Lambs (1988)
Hayes, Derek - The Maladjusted (2011)
Hemingway, Ernest - The Sun Also Rises (1926)
Hemingway, Ernest - A Moveable Feast (1964)
Higgins, George V. - The Friends of Eddie Coyle (1970)
Hillier, Jennifer - Creep (2011)
Hillier, Jennifer - Freak (2012)
Himes, Chester - The Big Gold Dream (1960)
Hinton, S.E - The Outsiders (1967)
Holm, Chris F. - 8 Pounds: Eight Tales or Crime, Horror and Suspense (2010)
Holm, Chris F. - Dead Harvest (2012)

I

Irving, John - The World According to Garp (1978)
Irving, John - A Prayer For Owen Meany (1989)

J


Jacobs, John Hornor - Southern Gods (2011)
Jacobs, John Hornor - This Dark Earth (2012)
Johnson, Denis - Jesus' Son (1992)

K

Kerouac, Jack - On The Road (1957)
Kesey, Ken - One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest (1962)
King, Stephen - The Long Walk (1979)
King, Stephen - The Green Mile (1996)
Klosterman, Chuck - Fargo Rock City: A Heavy Metal Odyssey In Rural Nörth Daköta (2001)
Klosterman, Chuck - Sex, Drugs And Cocoa Puffs (2003)
Klosterman, Chuck - Killing Yourself To Live: 85% Of A True Story (2005)
Klosterman, Chuck - IV: A Decade of Curious People and Dangerous Ideas (2006) 
Klosterman, Chuck - Downtown Owl (2008)
Klosterman, Chuck - Eating the Dinosaur (2009)
Korpon, Nik - By the Nails of the Warpriest (2011)
Korpon, Nik - Old Ghosts (2011)

L

Lansdale, Joe R. - Savage Season (1990)
Lansdale, Joe R. - Mucho Mojo (1994)
Lansdale, Joe R. - The Bottoms (2000)
Lehane, Dennis - The Given Day (2008)
Lehane, Dennis - Moonlight Mile (2010)
Lehane, Dennis - Live By Night (2012)
Lethem, Jonathan - The Wall of the Sky, The Wall of the Eye (1996)
Leonard, Elmore - Three-Ten To Yuma And Other Stories (1953)
Leonard, Elmore - Pronto (1993)
Leroux, Gaston - The Phantom of the Opera (1910)
Lin, Tao - Shoplifting from American Apparel (2009)
Linskey, Howard - The Drop (2011)
Lowrance, Heath - The Bastard Hand (2011)
Lowrance, Heath - Dig Ten Graves (2011)
Lowrance, Heath - Miles to Little Ridge (2011)
Lowrance, Heath - City of Heretics (2012)
Lowrance, Heath - Hawthorne's Adventures (Issues 1-3) (2012)
Lynskey, Ed - Ask The Dice (2011)

M

Madeleine, Julia - The Truth About Scarlet Rose (2012)
Mailer, Norman - The Deer Park (1955)
Mailer, Norman - An American Dream (1965)
Mailer, Norman - The Executioner's Song (1979)
Mason, Jamie - Three Graves Full (2013)
McBride, Matthew - Frank Sinatra In A Blender (2011)
McCullers, Carson - The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (1940)
McDroll - Kick It Together (2012)
McEwan, Ian - Solar (2010)
Miller, Gregory - The Uncanny Valley: Tales From A Lost Town (2011) 
Mohr, Joshua - Fight Song (2013)
Morrison, Toni - Beloved (1987)
Murphy, Fingers - Everything I Tell You is a Lie (2011)

N

Nabokov, Vladimir - Lolita (1955)
Nette, Andrew - Ghost Money (2012)
Norman, Jason Lee - Americas (2012)

O

O'Connor, Flannery - A Good Man Is Hard To Find (And Other Stories) (1955) 
O'Shea, Dan - Old School (2012) 
O'Shea, Dan - Penance : Introducing Detective John Lynch (2013)
Offutt, Michael - Slipstream (2012)



P

Palahniuk, Chuck - Lullaby (2002)
Palahniuk, Chuck - Diary (2003)
Parry, Richard Lloyd - People Who Eat Darkness (2012)
Pelecanos, George - Right As Rain (2001) 
Phillips, Scott - The Adjustment (2011)
Piccirilli, Tom - Fuckin' Lie Down Already (2003)
Piccirilli, Tom - All You Despise (2010) 
Piccirilli, Tom - Loss (2010)
Piccirilli, Tom - Every Shallow Cut (2011)
Piccirilli, Tom - Clown in the Moonlight (2012)
Piccitilli, Tom - The Last Kind Words (2012)
Pobi, Robert - Bloodman (2012)
Pollock, Donald Ray - Knockemstiff (2008)
Price, Richard - Clockers (1992)
Profijt, Jutta - Morgue Drawer Four (2009)
Pynchon, Thomas - The Crying Of Lot 49 (1964)

Q

R

Rawson, Keith - The Chaos We Know (2011)
Rector, John - The Grove (2009)
Rector, John - The Cold Kiss (2010)
Rector, John - Already Gone (2011)
Rector, John - Lost Things (2012)
Rohrbacher, Chad - The Azreal Deception (2012)
Rollins, Henry - Art To Choke Hearts/Pissing In The Gene Pool (1992)
Rollins, Henry - Broken  Summers (2003)
Russo, Richard - Empire Falls (2001)
Rylance, Jack - Copacabana (2012)

S

Sakey, Marcus - Scar Tissue : Seven Stories of Love and Wounds (2010)
Salinger, J.D - The Catcher In The Rye (1951)
Sambuchino, Chuck - How To Survive A Garden Gnome Attack (2010)
Sedaris, David - When You Are Engulfed In Flames (2008)
Smith, Anthony Neil & Victor Gischler - To The Devil, My Regards (2001)
Smith, Anthony Neil - Psychosomatic (2006)
Smith, Anthony Neil - The Drummer (2006)
Smith, Anthony Neil - Yellow Medicine (2008)
Smith, Anthony Neil - Hogdoggin' (2009)
Smith, Anthony Neil - Choke On Your Lies (2011)
Smith, Anthony Neil - All The Young Warriors (2011)
Smith, Roger - Dust Devils (2011)
Smith, Roger - Ishmael Toffee (2012)
Smith, Roger - Capture (2012)
Stallings, Josh - Beautiful, Naked And Dead (2011) 
Stallings, Josh - Out There Bad (2011) 
Stone, Malachi - Conjurer's Oath (2011)
Stone, Malachi - Wicked King Dick (2011)
Stone, Robert - Dog Soldiers (1974)
Swierczynski, Duane - Fun And Games (2011)
Swierczynski, Duane - Hell And Gone (2011)

T

Tanzer, Ben - 99 Problems: essays about Running and Writing (2010)
Tanzer, Ben - My Father's House (2011)
Tanzer, Ben - So Different Now (2011)
Thackeray, William Makepeace - Vanity Fair (1848)
Thompson, Hunter S. - Hell's Angels: A Strange And Terrible Saga (1966)
Thompson, Jim - The Alcoholics (1953)
Thompson, Jim - Savage Night (1953)
Thompson, Jim - Roughneck (1954)
Thompson, Jim - The Getaway (1959)
Tremblay, Paul - Swallowing a Donkey's Eye (2012)
Trevanian - Shibumi (1979)

U

Updike, John - Rabbit, Run (1960)
Updike, John - The Centaur (1963)

V


Vachss, Andrew - Flood (1985)
Vonnegut Jr., Kurt - Mother Night (1961)

W

Wallace, David Foster - The Broom Of The System (1987)
Wallace, David Foster - Girl With Curious Hair (1989)
Wallace, David Foster - Infinite Jest (1996)
Wallace, David Foster - A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again (1997)
Wallace, David Foster - Brief Interviews With Hideous Men (1999)
Wallace, David Foster - Oblivion: Stories (2004)
Wallace, David Foster - Consider The Lobster And Other Essays (2005)
Wallace, David Foster - This Is Water (2009)
Wallwork, Craig - Quintessence of Dust (2012)
Warner, James - All Her Father's Guns (2011)
Warren, Robert Penn - All The King's Men (1946) 
Wells, H.G - The Island of Dr. Moreau (1896)
Wendig, Chuck - Shotgun Gravy (2011)
Wendig, Chuck - Blackbirds (2012)
Wendig, Chuck - Mockingbird (2012)
Westlake, Donald E. - 361 (1962)
Wilde, Max - Vile Blood (2012)
Wilsky, Jim & Frank Zafiro - Blood on Blood (2012)
Winslow, Don - Savages (2010)
Winslow, Don - The Kings of Cool (2012)
Wood, James - How Fiction Works (2008)
Woodrell, Daniel - Tomato Red (1998)
Woodrell, Daniel - Winter's Bone (2006)
Woodrell, Daniel - The Outlaw Album (2011)
Wolfe, Tom - The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test (1968)
Wright, Edward - From Blood (2012)

X

Y

Z

Zandri, Vincent - The Innocent (1999)
Zandri, Vincent - Godchild (2011)
Zeltserman, Dave - Outsourced (2011)





Book Review : Donald E. Westlake - 361 (1962)



Country: USA

Genre: Hardboiled/Noir

Pages: 208

Writer: Donald E. Westlake is a king of the underground. A rugged, hard-nosed and focused writer, he always stuck to his game and got the dividends of his talent & dedication. He won three Edgar Awards (1968, 1990, 1991) and in 1993, Mystery Writers of America recognized him as a Grand Master. Westlake didn't make as much noise as as the likes of Chandler, Hammett or even Ellroy, but he was always there. He gave his contribution to the hardboiled novel. He wrote the screenplay for "The Grifters" in 1990.

STORYLINE:

361 is the story of Ray Kelly, a U.S Army Veteran, stationed in Germany for three years, coming back to the country. Ray doesn't have anything in the world but his father Willard and his older brother Bill. The day of his return, as his father picked him up, somebody shoots his father. In a few seconds, Ray has an apocalyptic vision of his father, agonizing and spitting blood, then himself goes pitch black.

Ray wakes up two months later in hospital with his father dead and blind from one eye. Suddenly, his life takes a turn for worse, but is given meaning. Ray feels the need to give his father (a lawyer) the justice he deserves. That's just the beginning of the downwards spiral. Soon, Bill's wife Anna also dies mysteriously. The Kelly brothers trace back their woes to the upcoming liberation of a prisoner named Eddie Kapp.

VOICE:

It's my first Westlake novel, so I won't lay a definite judgement, but the main interest of 361 for me was the style it was written in. True to the tradition of hardboiled fiction, Westlake keeps is extremely simple. Short sentences with first person point of view, with occasional wisecracks here and there.

361 is so bare, so raw that there is an undeniable charm to it. The scenes are crystal clear, visual. There could be a movie made from this novel and it wouldn't be hard to do a good one. In many ways, the structure of 361 is similar to a screenplay. A series of meticulously planned stand alone scenes.

CHARACTERS:

There's little to no innovation in the characters of 361. Ray Kelly is an interesting war veteran hell-bent on revenge and Westlake succeeds in giving him haunting visions and great resolve. His output on life is a little flat and straightforward though. You'll have hard time to root for him. He's not going to win you over the way a Phillip Marlowe or a Patrick Kenzie would. That's probably why they got serials and Kelly didn't.

The supporting crew proves itself to be deeper. The antagonists are original and don't spill the mystery. It's a capital point to Hardboiled/Noir that the characters don't give the plot away and Westlake's baddies do just that. Willie Cheever, Ed Ganolese and the rest of the crew (not spoiling anything here) are making a good work to obfuscate the truth and give Ray a hard time.

INTEREST:

Remember my notes on noir? 361 is at the heart of the problem I'm talking about. It's playing with so much rules and constraints that it feels like it's been read a thousand times before. It's an early novel from Westlake and seemingly, a warm up for what was going to come.

A novel is an effective way to be entertained for cheap during many hours and 361 gets your attention, but doesn't haunt you to the point of having to read it all over again like many Noir novels do. There are better revenge stories. Ones with plot twists that aren't taken from the Charles Dickens playbook.




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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Onwards To Andromeda



NHK 17-08-2209

Medusa Corp. is pleased to announce that the construction of the U.S.S Leviathan has started this morning. Never since the days of the legendary Titanic, mankind has dared to work on a project of this magnitude.

Our beloved C.E.O Randall Okami is proud of the name he found to his ship:

"If the Titanic sinked, I don't see how the Leviathan will. He's a sea monster. Wherever he goes, he will be king because he's in his element. Medusa Corp. has high hopes in this exploration project. Mankind is going to find a future up there among the stars in Andromeda."

Announced on 12-12-2207, the Leviathan has been dismissed by the plebians as dellusions of grandeur. Now that its a reality, Medusa Corp. is confident in the success of Project Andromeda. The U.S.S Leviathan is a ship that will shelter two entire cities of five thousand people. Genesis, for honorable members of the Science & Diplomacy Academy and Bush, for crew, plebians and journeymen that will tag along to insure mechanical proficiency during the trip.


Medusa Corp. "We see beyond"

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Movie Review : Men Who Stare At Goats (The) (2009)



Country:

USA

Recognizable Faces:

George Clooney
Ewan McGregor
Jeff Bridges
Kevin Spacey
Stephen Lang
Robert Patrick

Directed by:

Grant Heslov




I first heard of this movie through the agressive marketing campaign given by Spike TV. There are setups that cannot fail...well, they can, but it's unlikely that they will. Jeff Bridges, George Clooney, U.S Army and goats for example, is something that has W-I-N written in giant golden letters all over.
Put the Coen moniker on that kind of setup and I will faint from satisfaction before even watching the movie. The director is somebody named Grant Heslov, a Hollywood jack-of-all-trade who has little to no prior experience with direction. But what do I know? It's like that I discovered the almighty Brad Anderson. Plus, Heslov is implicated with the movie adaptation of James Ellroy's White Jazz, so he can't be all that bad, can he?

STORYTELLING

Buckle up, this one is rather hard to follow. Bob Wilton (McGregor), a small town journalist in the midst of a divorce is looking for the story that will make him. Depressed, borderline desperate, Wilton pays a visit to Gus Lacey, who pretends to have telekinetic powers.

Despite his willingness to believe him, Wilton comes to dismiss Lacey's story as dellusionnal. It's just later, as Wilton signs up to be a war correspondent in Kuwait that destiny will get back to him. He will meet Lyn Cassady (Clooney), who Gus Lacey had talked about in their prior interview. At first hand, Cassady looks as much as a wackjob as Lacey did, but soon Bob Wilton is going to discover the buried secrets of an army department no one knew about The New Earth Army.

Cassady is one of the remaining men of Bill Django (Bridges) a new age guru the U.S Army financed in hope to make a breakthrough in telekinetic powers. The Jedi(yep) trained by Django are a force of peace, dedicated to the control of their ennemies mind. The two new found allies will enter a journey at the heart of the Middle East, guided by the spirit of the guru Django, with...no...precise...goal..in..mind!

DIRECTION

The Men Who Stare At Goats has a lot of common points with a Coen brothers movie. You could call it worship or tribute, but it's a hell lot like it. Narrated at the first person by Wilton, the story hops constantly in between present times and the remnisciences of Lyn Cassady's time in the New Earth Army.

Grant Heslov always remains clear and focused on his characters. It's a character-driven story and he does a great job at putting the emphasis on Clooney and Bridges. Ewan McGregor's character Bob Wilton is such a well portrayed narrator he sometimes faints into non-existence. It's a colorful movie that lives up to its story's larger-than-life ideals. It's a bit of a linear journey, but there is a unique flavor to it.

ACTING

The main problem of having an all-star cast is to even out. Every actor will perform solid so they will all be on the same level and won't create dynamic life. The Men Who Star At Goats doesn't suffer this problem since Bridges' debonnaire depiction of a seventies prisonner steals the show again.

George Clooney gives it all he got, as usual, but comes in overacting against Bridges' natural talent. McGregor does his job as Bob Wilton, but any up-and-coming nobody could have done the job. Kevin Spacey is great as an antagonist and Stephen Lang (remember him from Avatard?) is best suited with the over-the-top Brigadier Hopgood. Less talented actors are always better off with borderline-slapstick role. Just ask Tom Cruise.

INTEREST

The Men Who Stare At Goats have every pieces of the puzzle to be great. Why do I feel like it falls flat? Like many other stories before, its ending doesn't live up to its tale. I'm not sure if the novel by Jon Ronson ends the same, the adventures of Bob Wilton, Lyn Cassady and Bill Django comes off as an iconoclast misfire that swings agressively but misses the target.

There is a strong anti-military statement made, but all the characters come off as sympathetic goofballs, which makes the wild statement look like another day at the office for the strungout soldiers. It's a playful tale rather than an angry rant and it somehow brings down the movie to a level of forgetability not suitable for Bridges, Clooney and goats.

NOTE: B-


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Monday, May 24, 2010

The importance of being Ernest



Last week, I had been feeling the need to pull the plug for a little while. This week-end I did just that by lifting off to my in-laws house in the countryside. Other than staying out of the internets for the last two days I rode a horse and helped on a construction site.

Will return to normal blogging schedule tomorrow, meanwhile, for all those who might be tempted to give into anger due to my prolonged absence, here`s a tale you will relate to:




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Friday, May 21, 2010

Warrior Roots: The case study



Here it is, like I promised, the case study of Rashad Evans. In this interesting little write up, Tom dresses the portrait of a man though his DNA. Very interesting approach to understanding a person. I know I'm going to use it in a text pretty soon, just stay tuned.

I guess this concludes a week that was most dedicated to fighting, manhood and all those shenanigans. Next week, we'll be back to a more regular schedule. Hope you liked it.


by Tom Murphy

On a recent trip to Denver I was helping Shane Carwin prepare for his heavy weight championship match at the famed Grudge Training Center when I ran into Rashad Evans, whom many regard as my TUF 2 nemesis,. The thing is, we are all working hard in this sport and won't survive if we can't appreciate and even make friends with our competitors. Rashad is truly one of the kindest and most generous guys I have ever had the pleasure of knowing and it was great to meet up again.

As one of the co-founders of Warrior Roots, when I train I always try to bring the company's message along with me. Giving fellow athletes our science is really a gift. We have the opportunity to help our great sport grow in a way that no other sport on the planet has, utilizing DNA testing to reveal both our ancient heritage, and also what our future athletic potential has in store for each of us.

While at Grudge I tested guys like Rashad, Eliot Marshal, Brendan Schaub, and Mike Van Arsdale for both our Athletic Panel, which gives a genetic blueprint of athletic potential, and for a Warrior Roots ancestry test at the same time. We always come up with a couple of fun surprises when we do this because ultimately, none of us know where we are really from.

One of the tests Warrior Roots provides is the Y-chromosome test. These can only be taken by males because only men have Y-chromosomes in our DNA. On that Y-chromosome are genetic markers which trace our ancestry back over thousands and thousands of years. Because it is on the Y-Chromosome it only gets passed down from father to son, generation after generation being unchanged through the generations. We can make a good estimation of where your ancient ancestors lived and how they fought to survive so that we can compete today in MMA.

Once our lab had finished our test results for Rashad I met with him to talk about his results. The lab test showed that Rashad had inherited the E3a haplogroup marker, which from Warrior Roots estimates makes him a descendant of the Kushite Warriors. The ancient Kushites lived in what today would be parts of southern Egypt and northern Sudan. Just as today, the land was dry, save for the Nile River which flows through the area. It was a harsh landscape to live in, with hostile neighbors to the north and south, and the great Sahara desert to the west. The Kushites needed to be tough and organized to thrive. The style of the Kushites was similar to the ancient Egyptians. They built pyramids, temples, and massive statues. They were looking to make sure that their legacy would last. They fought hard, even ruling all of Egypt for a time, but as history unfolded even the Kushite kingdoms were eventually overcome but still their legacy persists in the descendants of the Kushites.

On a recent episode of Spike TV's Deadliest Warrior, we watched Rashad help test out different ancient fighting techniques and weapons. Among them we saw Rashad skewer a pig with a massive spear. While the Kushites were renowned for their use of the bow and arrow, the Egyptians called the land of the Kushites “the land of the bow”; they also used spears in warfare. While I'm pretty sure that the only thing Rashad has been stabbing things with is a fork, if he went back around 90 generations, from father to son, he'd find an ancestor in the land of Kush fighting hard to survive, making good use of that spear. If his ancestor had not, Rashad wouldn't have been born.

Rashad couldn't personally know the man that fought in the sands of Egypt over two thousand years ago, one among many generations of men who made it possible for him to be alive today, however he did know his father. When I talked with him he was able to reflect on his immediate past. Most readers might not know this but Rashad’s father, Nathaniel Evans, was an athletic man with tremendous physical stature. Nathaniel sadly passed away at 43-years of age when Rashad was only seventeen. This is where our story takes an unanticipated turn. The original intent of this story was to look back at Rashad’s ancestry, his genetic endowment, and the man that never got to see his son skyrocket to stardom and success. What I discovered while journeying back into Rashad’s DNA results was a much more recent past that is not as easily talked about as his rise to becoming a champion of the world.

Most of us can reflect back on our childhood with fond and heartwarming memories, and that is what I had expected to uncover when I spoke to Rashad about the man who passed on to him his genetic marker, and which Rashad has now passed onto his own son. Not only did Rashad get his ancestral marker from his father, but he almost assuredly owes a great amount of his success to him as well.

Rashad described Nathaniel Evans as an imposing man that was always in great shape, “My dad was a great basketball player and he might have even went pro if his life had taken different turns. He was that good.” There is no doubt that the genetic endowment of his father is one of the reasons Rashad is the athlete that he is today. However, the history of genetic roots would run into a psychological wall as our conversation went on. “You know I really did not have a relationship with my father unfortunately. Now that I am a man with my own son, I think about this a lot and it hurts. However, if I really examine who I am, I really believe that this pain is what ultimately drove me in sports. I have many wonderful memories of my father, simple things like when he would take me for rides in his Cadillac and we would end up at the gorge, throwing rocks in the water, just talking for hours,” Rashad recollected. “The reality is that as I grew into a young man, a lot of that was lost and anger filled my heart. I can see that now as a father and a man. I guess I owe him a lot, for better or for worse. I never had the chance to work things out with my father. I would tell the world not to wait until it is too late because life is way too short.”

Rashad discussed how he now understands as a husband and father that life isn’t always easy and he sees how his mother and father struggled. “I know that my mother and father loved each other, but I also realize that they were young and life was hard for them,” he explained.

Rashad is the proud father of 3 wonderful children and the pain and struggle that he has gone through in growing up has certainly not been easy, but in the end it may have helped to create this champion and great ambassador to mixed martial arts. Rashad also has garnered some valuable lessons through his early struggle and he tries everyday to become the father that sometimes he wishes he had. “Life is certainly not easy in my shoes either, being away from home so much, but I will let my kids know that I will always be there for them and that I love each of them.”

It was truly gratifying to hear the story of a boy who was raised in a single family home, with seven other children and overcame the odds stacked against him to become a celebrity, a success, and most importantly a man that is planting his own positive and powerful warrior roots deep within his family.

Warrior Roots began testing only men because of the Y-chromosome test that we started with; however we recently started offering an additional test which looks at a different set of genes, the mitochondrial DNA. This bit of DNA is only passed on by the mother and so it can be used to determine ancient ancestry through the thousands of mothers that came before us. Though Warrior Roots has not run this test on Rashad, I thought it only fitting to ask him about the other 23 chromosomes that he carries into the cage. “Oh my mom, Shirley Evans, that is one tough warrior. She raised eight of us on a single income. You know I have a hard time comprehending that.”

Rashad admits, “I might have gotten a lot of my athletic ability from my dad and I might have channeled my relationship issues with him into sports, but my mom taught me how to work hard and win. She is the one that truly created the warrior I am today. I really would not be here now without her, thanks mom!”

Warrior Roots is a company that did a simple mouth swab to scientifically uncover a secret that has been locked away in Rashad Evan’s DNA for thousands of years, but what we discovered was much closer to the surface. The story of a boy growing into a man who has learned that the hand you are dealt is not nearly as important as the way you play the cards; and regardless of the hand you have, anyone can become a champion in and outside of the cage by loving and taking care of the family around them. When you combine the recent past with the ancient past the view becomes much clearer. If you work hard and learn to adapt to life's challenges you are not only helping yourself and your children, but also you’re grandchildren, your great-grandchildren and future generations there after. Each generation is doing its part to grow, survive, and thrive. In the year 3000 around 30 generations will have passed since Rashad's days and his future descendants will be able to thank him for his own hard work and for giving them their shot at being a champion.

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