Three days ago, before I was over-indulging in racket music incited by a head banging eight year old, I got to strike another book off my reading list. Black Rain an anthropological thriller by Graham Brown had me turning the pages like a giddy school kid wanting more Mars Bars. I had found my new Congo. I love the movie; never read the book, but I love it. If the VCD wasn’t boxed up somewhere, I’d watch right now. I, err… I’m digressing.
Sluggishly thorough yet fickle minded, I usually take my time after 10-20% into most books (gauged with Kindle) before picking up again. (I’ve been at 49% of Game of Thrones for two weeks now _._ ) Black Rain’s face paced action heightened my excitement as soon as I got past the first act. Graham Brown packs a punch with his debut novel as he tosses, mashes and weaves every thriller ingredient into Black Rain; conspiracy, mystery, anthropology, even monster, sans encumbering romance, it was truly a thrilling read, especially for one who puts Aliens on the pedestal of best movie ever.
I came to know this book from my former creative writing lecturer, Robert Raymer, an American expat living in sunny Malaysia as a full time writer. Three years back, his blog post on Black Rain intrigued me. I dug into it online and found an excerpt which was the prologue, worded illustriously like the unfolding of a movie.
“The darkness of the jungle loomed above, its dense tangled layers spreading like a circus tent from the towering pillars of massive tress…”
It has been removed though, replaced with a tamer first chapter. Regardless, I was hooked.
It took sometime but I was finally able to obtain it for my Kindle. A tree was spared in the process and a longing at length was sated. The sequel, Black Sun compels me for a ride but I’ve put off Tom Fleck for a week now, not to mention A Game of Thrones, Dragon Forge, The Hunger Games (kiddies dystopia blah… Waterworld starring Kevin Costner… now that’s post-apocalypse!) My attention deficit disorder makes me dilly dally.
Here’s the song that incited a two-day spate of rock listening pursuits until my eardrums ache.