Please note: below is the jacket copy for both 1001 Lankan Nights Book 1 as well as 1001 Lanan Nights Book 2.
Book 1 and 2 are available as separate books under separate ISBNs and through the same ebook and print-on-demand retail outlets:
You would have to wonder why a Rhodes Scholar, a VC winner and a Commissioner of Police named his son Frank E. R. Stein by way of a ha-ha ‘monstrous joke’… or why he cackled derision every time his eyes lit upon the boy; or why he showered more affection on his adopted son, Costas, the otherwise offspring of a Mr Bigs of organized crime.And as the…
Sire! Over here, in the boiling oils, Sire!
Your Majesty, I know you think I speak drivel, but what can I do but affect mock humility and say I’m flattered you think so?
Sure, this mightn’t be the classic 1001 Arabian Nights, and these mightn’t be its perfumed nights but your Lankan nights have their skies just as full of the starry-eyed, no?
And so I mightn’t be the beautiful Princess Scheherezade, but my oh-yeah-pull-this-ones still have to make you too tired in the day to have this bloody man of an axeman in your ear about my neck. That’s not easy for a strolling reteller like me, Sire. I get my word sounds mixed up a lot, and spelling’s never been one of my best motleys. I say that flattered I think so.
And my hey-gag-on-this shaggy dogs mightn’t be about Sinbad or Ali Baba, but they’re just as yank-this-it-plays-Dixie about the wuzz Wi and his other merry no-hopers from Wattala.
Who, you say? Surely you remember Wi, a name especially chosen in length to fit your span of attention? The world-record kidnappee, nabbee, swipee, snatchee? (How about that three times in three minutes effort that time, Sire?) After all, who knows how many of your own people have also hired him out as White goods for their nefarious ends? Not that he wouldn’t prefer that to wiping plates in Dominic’s Eatery... the place to get wiped off!... and better than eating Dominic’s food.
Me, I’d eat anything in my cell down there banked out by the sewer, Sire. Even with my feet up – like, six feet above my head.
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About the author:
Bill Reed is an award-winning Australian novelist, playwright and short-story writer with national awards in these categories.
On the cover of his last mainstream novel, Hyland House Publishing enthused that Tusk was another novel from ‘one of the great originals of Australian literature...’.
But then, in those days, he lived within the Australian publishing and literary worlds.
Now he dwells outside the gates.
His list of published and professionally-produced works are:
The Pipwink Papers
Me, the Old Man
Throw her back*
Are You Human? *
1001 Lankan Nights Book 1*
1001 Lankan Nights Book 2*
* Also as ebooks.
staged and published plays
The Pecking Order
Mr Siggie Morrison with his Comb and Paper
The Old Pig Rat
Jack Charles is Up and Fighting
Just Out of Your Ground
You Want It, Don’t You, Billy?
I Don’t Know What to Do with You.
Cass Butcher Bunting
Talking to a Mirror
Auntie and the Girl
award-winning short stories
Messman on the C.E. Altar
The 200-year Old Feet
The Case Inside
Blind Freddie Among the Pickle Jars
The Old Ex-serviceman
Mahood on the Thin Beach
The Shades of You my Dandenong