Bøger af Vincent Palazzo

My writings are usually dark and sad, due to the fact I write when I am feeling down, it helps as an outlet for those feelings. I know many people write at high and low times in their spectrum of feelings, but when I am happy, I just share the times with family and friends. There are pieces of work that are written in rap form, so in these pieces the grammar s meant to be written as slang. Some are written as a paragraph almost like a post-script to a movie or story. I am a big music fan, everything from classical to heavy metal. This being the case you will notice I have written some things in a style that may seem very abstract, I may have been listening to Jim Morrison and the Doors, which inspired me to write something that seems very absurd. Yet as we know sometimes these make for very interesting writings.I believe there is no way to completely sum up the art of anybody. There are some things that are straight forward, yet some that the writer, whether song, poetry, or story, will be referring to something that has a meaning in their life, but can be interpreted and mean something different to the reader. I read one to my son, then I said, "All of my writing is sad, angry, or dark." He went on to say to me, that is because you use it as a release for those feelings, there is nothing wrong with that.So, as these are read, hopefully they make more sense as you go through them, or at least you will have an understanding that some verge on almost crazy because the inspiration may be from an abstract source, but none the less an influence in my life. I hope you are entertained and enjoy.Thank you, Vincent Palazzo III

Vincent Palazzo's new thriller begins and ends with lasagna and cannoli. For six year old Tim Abate and sixty year old Tim Abate everything in-between is a dangerous mix of warm and fuzzy and dark and disturbing. Tim Abate is obsessed with memories of his childhood. He thinks about adventures with Mom and Dad, summer vacations by the lake and Sunday dinners with the family. Especially Sunday dinners. They were always his favorite time of the week. As he remembers all the things that made him smile, Tim finds anger. Anger is all he has left. All he wanted, all he ever wanted, was the life he had growing up - to pass that on to his children - but that is no longer possible; the fun ended when life with Miranda began. Everything he cherished started to die, started to fall away like so many dead leaves off a dying tree, when he met his wife. In the darkest corner of his brain, Tim concocts one outlandish scheme after another - desperate doodles that become more plausible with each passing day and with each warming glass of scotch. With a little stealth, Tim decides he can reclaim his birthright and his legacy. Only one question remains: will his plan be a recipe for disaster or salvation?