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Author: M.E Ellis
Publisher: Wild Child Publishing
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There is a lot going on in the mind of Wayne Thomas… and some of it might even be real. Quits: Book 2: Devils opens the window and lets us look inside the mind of a man who has been ‘out of sorts’ since the age of seventeen.
All the people that surround Wayne in one form or another do indeed exist. They inhabit the very universe Wayne inhabits himself, even if within that time and space substance is often questionable by us as readers, while we spend our time under the impression that we have our own lives propped up and permanently stable, our sanity moving steadily forward, our perception forever switched to cruise control.
Lets talk about that then, shall we?
We all live under some pretty big assumptions, don’t we? We assume our lives are blessed with normality and that we are, for the most part, good, law abiding people whose minds are immune to an occasional slip or fall. Yet we all witness the life before us and around us from a single perspective, that being our own.
As much as I want to agree with you on the green hue of the grass we both lay on outside, as the yellow sun shines down upon our youthful skin, there are no guarantees we both see that same color of green, or that the temperature you feel from that sun is the same as the heat I feel.
So where does that leave us?
I wonder what author M.E. Ellis would have to say about such possibilities. Would we agree on the color of my eyes or the scent of say…canned peas (which I will pass on at dinner by the way…it’s nothing personal, really. Though you may want to consider passing on those canned peas too; at least until you’re done reading Quits: Book 2).
We may agree on the texture of the tiny green balls and perhaps even the olive hue once out of the can, but the taste may simply be too misleading and even worse, disturbing. I suppose what we don’t know won’t hurt us, right? Even if poor Wayne does.
Quits: Book 2: Devils will keep the reader debating whether to protect Wayne from those demons that seem to span his perspective on the universe we all seemingly share, or put the poor bugger out of his terrible misery and save him from his meager existence.
With Quits: Book 1: Demons, the first book in the series, I silently scolded Wayne with displeasure. Quits 2 may have you cheering for him to finally get better and move on. It seems upon reintroduction to the man in question, he may very well prove us—the righteous—all so very wrong. And dare we judge? Wayne may very well be on his way to recuperation, which gives those of us who are so certain we walk the straight and narrow halls of sanity a chance for us to say ‘Good for him’ as we secretly pat ourselves on the back for not having to deal with such lack of control in the first place.
Rehabilitation…
Then again, let’s not be too hasty! While we pat ourselves on the back we may fail to really get Wayne’s side of the story. What would he say if given the chance? I’m guessing…
‘Take a walk down the corridors of my mind.’
The question is: Would you want to wander off the beaten track? Is it worth it to stray outside the righteous normality we embrace as we assume it embraces us back? Or are we truly, no matter how many people we call friends and family, alone in this world, this mind, this universe, because our perspective forces isolation upon us. Isn’t that what death is? Isolation from the living? We hide the dying away, we shoo the mentally insane off our righteous path. Have a relationship with God, but don’t let anybody catch you talking to him because there is always room at the Klinter Institute, and Wayne might very well be your unassuming roommate. Just thought you should know…
Quits: Book 2 has a psychedelic quality to it. It’s like Helen Keller meets Timothy Leary in rehab for a match of tug o’ war with Wayne’s mind. Like any contest, sooner or later somebody must win…the question, however, is not who the winner finally is, but if Wayne can avoid being a sore loser. The contest itself may very well be pointless unless you live and view life from behind Wayne’s eyes, something M.E. knows how to portray rather well. I wonder if she eats canned peas willingly, or like a spoiled child simply spits them back out.
I suppose just as we did as kids we can force the nasty taste of the food we don’t like right down our throats and avoid dealing with the horrible taste and displeasure. If only we could do that with the low points of our lives. If only…but then, what if there were simply too many and we could not swallow fast enough? We would choke of course, and then we would die.
We’ve all heard the stories of people in public places who die in restaurant washrooms because they excuse themselves from the table in order to avoid the humiliation. They wave a hand that they are fine and walk off to the toilet smiling while a piece of steak lodges itself in their windpipe. Nobody wants to admit in that moment that they are about to go insane…they are about to panic. So they put on a façade and they pay the consequences, not unlike Wayne in Quits: Book 2: Devils, really. He fools everybody into thinking he’s finally alright –then again, this is only one perspective, and who am I to say what you should really believe?
Quits: Book 2: Devils is a imposing read, and not surprisingly, a fast one too. After all, it’s like riding a runaway train while already aware that the track is somewhat warped somewhere down the line. After all, it was somewhat warped prior to you getting on that train and you knew that…but you climbed aboard anyway….
I give Quits: Book 2: Devils 5 flute glasses…all of which will help greatly the next time I open a can of green peas for dinner. If I must swallow them, I will close my eyes, take a sip, and wash them awful peas straight down…
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