1 janvier 2006
Seven Stories Press
Peter Plate
Soon the Rest Will Fall
Cover image: Gottfried Helnwein
Slatts Calhoun and Robert Grogan saw things in San Quentin State Prison that were a far cry from the safe existence of working at a nine-to-five job, paying the mortgage, being married, and having children. They witnessed rapes and riots, convicts getting shot by guards, stretches in solitary confinement, lousy food,and no privacy. But when they are paroled and let out onto the gritty streets of San Francisco, they discover new complications: the two men had been cell mates and lovers; Robert has a wife and kid on the outside; and the two separate worlds are about to collide. Peter Plate delivers a manic, intensely human and lyrical portrait of two cons trying to make it in the sweltering holiday madhouse of a three-time loser’s San Francisco.
taught himself to write fiction during eight years spent squatting in abandoned buildings. He is the author of seven previous novels, including One Foot off the Gutter(1995), Snitch Factory (1997), Police and Thieves (1999), Angels of Catastrophe (2001), and Fogtown (2004), all published by Seven Stories Press. Plate lives in San Francisco, where, at spoken word concerts or readings, he has been known to speak his novels from memory.
The detective’s angular face was even-featured; a sensuous mouth, straight nose. His yellow cat’s eyes had the lubricated serenity of a machine. He strutted over to Robert, throwing his shadow over the smaller man. He cocked his head. “You like it in here?”
The strip cell gave Robert the heebie-jeebies. There was no oxygen and he had trouble breathing. “Can’t say that I do.”
“Excellent.” The cop shook a hard pack of Marlboros from his jacket pocket, selected one, and lighted it. An aureole of stale tobacco smoke billowed around him. Without warning, he reached out and extinguished the butt on Robert’s forehead, using his face as an ashtray. “Let’s talk about the guns.”
The tang of burnt skin permeated the cell. A dime-sized red cigarette hole was left dead center in Robert’s brow. It made the rest of his mug look as white as the North Pole. The burn hurt more than dying did. It took every iota of willpower he had not to show it. He feigned ignorance. “What about it?”
—from Soon the Rest Will Fall
Die Erweckung des Kindes (The Resurrection of the Child)
mixed media (oil and acrylic on canvas), 1997, 160 x 150 cm / 62 x 59''

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