Since it is a matter of no other choice at all and since we are in a globalised nowhere and acting in a 'liquid modernity', let us accept a past invitation spread in East Village's streets in January and survey a public reading of the novel 'Sweets and other stories' happily written during rehabs. Under the patronnage of POETRY PROJECT FRIDAY NIGHT READING SERIES, the former soul singer and recent author Andre Williams along with the unsatisfied Nick Tosches (i.a. he confessed that night he aims at "trying to fix what Homer fucked up") read and tore pages in a New-York'schurch on 1 Feb. 2010. Click on TOO LATE to get the report.
In echo of Henry Chinasky mesmerized by his discovering of John Fante, hereafter is the foreword (with a patronizing forefinger pointed in conclusion to the liquid consumer) Tosches decided to offer to readers in the book 'Sweets & other stories' after he saw his reflection in Williams' efforts:
"And sure as the God in that Baptist church in which he sang as a boy was made of plaster, those juices surely did flow; and from them grew this book, which is to be taken more seriously than most other books that are published in these gone-dead days. Andre Williams is a real, natural-born, blown-in-the-glass writer, the kind they hardly ever make anymore. When I first peered into this book and saw the words “Sweets got in the cab and asked the driver to take her to a good fortune teller,” I was mesmerized, drawn in by what I knew to be a rare new voice in American fiction. Andre Williams has proven himself to be a survivor. The stories he has here written deserve to survive as well. They most certainly deserve to be read, as the rewards they offer are many and fine.
Heed what I say. Otherwise you got nobody but your own self to blame."
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