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As an adult, and while fully engaged in his professional activities, he conducted myriad interviews of survivors and his family, and extensively documented all their photographs and history. From the time Feldman was a child, he developed a passion for collecting stories and photographs of his extensive and exceptional family history. Fred attended the University of Chicago as an undergraduate and Purdue University where he received a PhD in biochemistry. He arrived at age seven with his family in the United States, unable to speak English, and went through public school systems from kindergarten through high school. After the war, as Holocaust survivors, they eventually escaped the Soviet Union, to refugee collection centers in Poland, and were transferred to several displaced persons camps in Austria, where they remained for three years trying to obtain visas to immigrate to the United States. Fred Feldman was born near Baku, Azerbaijan, as his family was fleeing from the German army during World War II. Chased by a clubfooted corrupt cop, evil corporate overlords, giant-hare-riding narcos, and Himalayan cultists, Albina and Crabby must find a magical cactus that will cure Albina and the men's monstrous affliction before the town consumes itself in an orgy of lust and violence.Īlbina and the Dog-Men is Alejandro Jodorowsky's darkly funny, shocking, and surreal hybrid of mystical folktale, road novel, horror story, and social parable, ultimately uniting in a universal story of love against the odds and what makes us human. When two women-an amnesiac goddess and her protector, a leather-tough woman called Crabby-arrive in a Chilean desert town, Albina's otherworldly allure and unfettered sensuality turn men into wild beasts. And, as with life, it is sometimes only through the weathering of a storm that our true capacities are made clear." -NPR Books At its core, Albina and the Dog-Men is a love story about two people committed to one another's survival and to discovering their potential. a fantastical and genre-defying parable of love and friendship. "In his latest novel, Jodorowsky builds on his multi-decade long assault of the public imagination. Mining Jodorowskys fascination with religion, mysticism and philosophy, the story follows Alan Mangel, a sixty-year-old professor of philosophy at La Sorbonne, whose world upended when his wife. "Deeply psychological and mysterious, the book will stimulate the imagination of the reader's mind to the extreme." -Marina Abramovic So on a rainy spring Saturday morning, I sat down to start this long awaited novel….and then it happened….the question looming in my mind….what the f*ck am I reading? And with the first trailer for the film being released recently, I knew the time was right for me to start this one. I even waited until the mood was perfect and I was ready to get into an epic. I have it in paperback and on my iPad, that’s how much I wanted to read it. I can’t tell you how many times The Dark Tower series was recommended….countless times. When I finished the A Song of Ice and Fire AKA Game of Thrones series, I was longing for something similar and just as epic. But little did I know that this would happen to one book that I was convinced I would love. Well it was bound to happen at some point in my literary review career….the dreaded DNF (did not finish) tag. |