The voice so filled with nostalgia that you could almost see the memories floating through the blue smoke, memories not only of music and joy and youth, but perhaps, of dreams. They listened to the music, each hearing it in his own way, feeling relaxed and a part of the music, a part of each other, and almost a part of the world.
Hubert Selby, Jr....and he just sat back and stared at the tube, almost interested in what was happening, trying to find the ability to believe in that lie so he could believe the one within.
Hubert Selby, Jr.An extraordinary writer....It is the vastness of Nick Toschesโ heart that makes it possible to reveal the darkness.
Hubert Selby, Jr.