R. Jean Mathieu

• Jul-2015
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• Dec-2014
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""I can't remember the first time I met myself, but I've passed along the story to my younger self when it came to be my turn. I do remember the year I decided to come home every Christmas. I was ten years old, and my parents were away at"...

• Dec-2014
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• Jul-2014
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From award-winning author R. Jean Mathieu comes No Time: The First Hour. Time-active detective Gabriel "Gooch" Caballero y Gutierrez is woken from his bed on Good Friday and shown his dead body on the beach on Easter Sunday. It's a delicate dance: if...

• Jul-2014
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"""I am going to piss," he said. The bluntness was liberating. In this last year, after Comrade Mao clarified that etiquette was merely the classist remnants of a feudal past. He spat freely, and walked away from the table. Into the sile"...

• Oct-2013
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""Harrison's boots had been assembled by Chinese out of the hides of good Texan cattle and rubber from Brazilian trees. They, and the white man in them, were the first traces of the global economy to track into this forgotten corner of southea"...

• Oct-2013
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It was the little dharma bum Owen Weinstein and me, sitting in my tiny apartment in North Beach and cooking up macaroni and beans, when Michael died and came back. We were the angelheaded hipsters, poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed, we were contemp...

• Oct-2013
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• Aug-2013
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""They came home from the movies rather late, Russell Lake and Maggie Crowe. They'd dawdled in the lobby speaking in a language that was quite definitely English but which was at the same very personally their own. They'd grown up together, th"...

• Apr-2013
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A thousand hours on the training mat, a hundred thousand falls. Rolling, weaving, the feeling of your center shifting underneath you...I wouldn't give it away for any amount of money.Even so, I did.I never wanted this to happen. When the two business...

• Oct-2008
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“It was about three in the afternoon, at least that’s what it would’ve been on Earth. The sky was an angry purplish, like blood on the inside of your helmet, and it was ripping around, trying to kill us. The worst was behind, but the destructio...