I share only the beginning of this manuscript:
“Silence of the Lambs” is one of my favorite movies; I like Jodie Foster, as Clarice, outstanding performance, and Anthony Hopkins as the serial killer Hannibal Lector, pure genius, and I am curious about impulses to kill, that loss of control, seems to me, that devaluing of human life, such intellectual murderers do interest me, that complexity of the mind, so smart, genius actually, and yet, killer instincts emerge; in all of us carnivores but controlled, animals killed (ideally humanely) , slaughtered, butchered and for sale in neat styrofoam packages under shrink wrap, or if purchased fresh —(fresh meat—collegiate or not) just wrapped in butcher paper, but her film “Contact” even better, for few understand how important my father is to me, but Foster’s character Ellie Arroway fully comprehends; we are as sisters concerning relationships with our fathers; his death will always bother me, although it happened in 1980.”
copyright © 2017 by Thylias Moss. Published by arrangement with the author. All rights reserved.
I am just glad to have a draft done. My father is one of the most important men in my life; my manuscript involves a few other living persons, and I have sent a copy to those involved; hoping that they won’t mind inclusion. Hoping they will understand how important this book is to me.
Especially Mr. Muse. I pray that he understands. Everything.
Here is one of the impactful “Contact “scenes:
this is all for now. It exists. And I am very glad indeed.
my father and my grandfather
My Father and I
He even created my first name for me. Details are in the book.
I am quite aware of just how lucky I am.
The Golden Library of Knowledge, sample covers of the books my father bought for me durting our very long walks, Father and Daughter.
my father smoking a Pall Mall. These cigarettes killed him.