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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Why Are Watermelons Fallling?
#MM Johnny Oops dreams that watermelons are falling from the sky http://tinyurl.com/4h5s4jb Plz RT
Saturday, March 5, 2011
What's the Review of the Johnny Oops Novel"
Johnny Oops is an offbeat odyssey through the disjointed life of a man who, as the title suggests, could be any one (or none) of three things: Charlatan, Sex Maniac, or Prophet.
Oops's greatest strength is writer Arthur Levine's obvious talent for rich, realistic dialog and deep characterization. The title character, Oops, defines 'multi-faceted', putting even the most schizophrenic cultural icons (such as Sybil) to shame with his near-infinite depth of shifting hi's and lo's, angst and arrogance. Levine also props up Oops with an equally strong supporting cast of colorful family, friends, and a few genuine enemies. Dr. O'Hara stands out as Oops's longtime psychiatrist (one of the few who frequently and bluntly gives his answer to the title question of what Johnny is). And Oops's battles to legitimize his Dialectic Spiritualism society are biting, hilarious socio-political commentary.
Read the full review at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0041KL52M
Oops's greatest strength is writer Arthur Levine's obvious talent for rich, realistic dialog and deep characterization. The title character, Oops, defines 'multi-faceted', putting even the most schizophrenic cultural icons (such as Sybil) to shame with his near-infinite depth of shifting hi's and lo's, angst and arrogance. Levine also props up Oops with an equally strong supporting cast of colorful family, friends, and a few genuine enemies. Dr. O'Hara stands out as Oops's longtime psychiatrist (one of the few who frequently and bluntly gives his answer to the title question of what Johnny is). And Oops's battles to legitimize his Dialectic Spiritualism society are biting, hilarious socio-political commentary.
Read the full review at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0041KL52M
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Shocking Dream Excerpt From Johnny Oops
I was going through my roommate’s socks in the dark looking for his stash when the lights came on. He grabbed my arm, and spun me around shouting, “What the hell are you doing?” He didn’t tell anyone else, but when he calmed down he made me promise I would get myself straightened out. I promised I would, but I didn’t mean it. I was hooked and would do anything to get more dope. I’m pathetic and despicable. I hated myself.
Back in my room at the fraternity, after one of my meetings at Eight Ball's apartment, I lay on the bed trying to make sense of what was happening to me. I had the window shade down and didn’t know whether it was day or night, nor did I care. I figured out I’d rather be stoned than spend all my time being serious and unhappy.
Where the hell did I leave my stash? I don’t even know what I’m doing – some genius. Maybe I’m not real. Maybe my whole life is a fantasy. Maybe some Game Master is playing with my head. I can’t go on like this.
The truth is that except when I’m having sex, I feel like crap—emotionally impotent. I’m oversexed. When I’m having sex, I’m in control. I’m a big man. My Dialectic Spiritualism Religion is a load of crap. I’m a load of crap. Tears are rolling down my cheeks now because I’m depressed and feel so damn sorry for myself, and no one else cares. No one gives a shit about me.
This is ridiculous. I’ll smoke some more weed or snort some cocaine so I don’t have to have these thoughts any more. I have a little stashed away from Sunday’s football game, or was that last week. I don’t remember. I only have a little money left from my winnings and can’t afford to buy any more coke, or get caught trying to steel someone else’s stash again. Now where did I put that stuff? I remember wrapping it up and putting my precious parcel in the dresser, or did I put it in the closet? My God, I hope I didn’t leave my stash in someone else’s room by mistake.
Why am I lying on this damn bed shaking and sweating? I stink and I need a shower, but I haven’t got the energy to drag my sorry ass down the hall to the bathroom. I can’t find my stash. I won’t be able to function. Everyone is laughing at me. My nose is running.
Finally, I feel sleep coming on. I’m so tired. I think I’m dreaming. I’m a fly caught in a web of shredded marijuana leaves. I want to get away, but my wings are entangled. The only way to get loose is to break my wings as I struggle to get free, but then I will lose the part of me that can climb higher and higher and feel great.
What should I do? My Quanta, the sub atomic particles of my essence, are colliding with the little that is left of my senses. I’m shrinking. I’m stuck in a rut of my own making. Slowly, I lift one foot off the bed to the floor and try to stabilize myself, but that isn’t helping. I must be having some kind of drug-induced reaction, or am I in a trance. Who’s that whispering? I can hear you. I know you’re talking about me.
Oh God, I hope I remember where I put my stash.
Hi, I’m Arthur Levine the author of the novel Johnny Oops. To find out more about Johnny please join us at http://johnnyoops.blogspot.com
Back in my room at the fraternity, after one of my meetings at Eight Ball's apartment, I lay on the bed trying to make sense of what was happening to me. I had the window shade down and didn’t know whether it was day or night, nor did I care. I figured out I’d rather be stoned than spend all my time being serious and unhappy.
Where the hell did I leave my stash? I don’t even know what I’m doing – some genius. Maybe I’m not real. Maybe my whole life is a fantasy. Maybe some Game Master is playing with my head. I can’t go on like this.
The truth is that except when I’m having sex, I feel like crap—emotionally impotent. I’m oversexed. When I’m having sex, I’m in control. I’m a big man. My Dialectic Spiritualism Religion is a load of crap. I’m a load of crap. Tears are rolling down my cheeks now because I’m depressed and feel so damn sorry for myself, and no one else cares. No one gives a shit about me.
This is ridiculous. I’ll smoke some more weed or snort some cocaine so I don’t have to have these thoughts any more. I have a little stashed away from Sunday’s football game, or was that last week. I don’t remember. I only have a little money left from my winnings and can’t afford to buy any more coke, or get caught trying to steel someone else’s stash again. Now where did I put that stuff? I remember wrapping it up and putting my precious parcel in the dresser, or did I put it in the closet? My God, I hope I didn’t leave my stash in someone else’s room by mistake.
Why am I lying on this damn bed shaking and sweating? I stink and I need a shower, but I haven’t got the energy to drag my sorry ass down the hall to the bathroom. I can’t find my stash. I won’t be able to function. Everyone is laughing at me. My nose is running.
Finally, I feel sleep coming on. I’m so tired. I think I’m dreaming. I’m a fly caught in a web of shredded marijuana leaves. I want to get away, but my wings are entangled. The only way to get loose is to break my wings as I struggle to get free, but then I will lose the part of me that can climb higher and higher and feel great.
What should I do? My Quanta, the sub atomic particles of my essence, are colliding with the little that is left of my senses. I’m shrinking. I’m stuck in a rut of my own making. Slowly, I lift one foot off the bed to the floor and try to stabilize myself, but that isn’t helping. I must be having some kind of drug-induced reaction, or am I in a trance. Who’s that whispering? I can hear you. I know you’re talking about me.
Oh God, I hope I remember where I put my stash.
Hi, I’m Arthur Levine the author of the novel Johnny Oops. To find out more about Johnny please join us at http://johnnyoops.blogspot.com
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
How Can You Relive Your Future/Past?
Charge into the future as you relive those crazy wild days of your youth. Read the novel Johnny Oops and take a virtual reality trip to futures/past.
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Are Your Hormones Out Of Whack?
Johnny can’t help himself. Even when he becomes a full grown man he has the raging hormones of a teenager. He is a veritable genius whose aggressive genes make him act out most of his fantasies as his emotions boil over.
Johnny’s raging hormones lead him to a life on the edge. Moving swiftly from one affair to the next, he experiments with anything that will put his life in jeopardy such as drinking and drugs and sadistic women.
He thrives on living life to the fullest, and sometimes more than one life. Part of the time he feels he exists in different worlds at the same time thanks in part to quantum computing and his belief a game master is creating virtual worlds and alternate realties for him to live in.
Johnny seeks salvation in a new religion he creates called Dialectic Spiritualism, which promotes touching other people in their private essentials to help them find their inner selves. His weird concept of faith leads him to discover that he does believe in God.
He can’t, however, stop his aggressive out of control hormones from getting him in trouble when he falls onto the raging rocks of an inlet of despair, attempts suicide at college, falls off the roof of his fraternity house during a drunken party, crashes his plane in the jungle, parents a seven foot tall giant, hallucinates in a drug infused frenzy that giant watermelons are falling from the sky filled with beautiful women, or enters into an adulterous affair with a movie starlet when newly married to the love of his life, Jody.
Constantly striving for his own redemption, Johnny crosses the Country trying to help others find salvation, and he goes on National TV to promote his causes, but his dark side gets the better of him as he is captured in pictures printed in the newspapers hog tied and stripped naked in an orgy of masochism.
In a state of despair after his followers leave him, he loses touch with reality and even consciousness only to be redeemed by God with the help of his inner self – a one-foot tall albino dressed in a boy scout uniform who is responsible for Johnny’s new beginning.
Hi, this is Arthur Levine author of the novel Johnny Oops, find out why Johnny’s hormones are out of whack at:
Monday, January 31, 2011
What’s The Rocket Fuel Of Captivating Fiction?
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What does, womanizer, sex maniac, prophet, charlatan, and genius have in common—they all aptly describe Johnny Oops, the lead character in a fantasy novel by the same name. If you don’t believe me, ask Inney, a one-foot tall albino with pink eyes dressed up in a boy scout uniform who is Johnny’s inner self. Johnny spends his time veering from one reality to another as he travels different worlds and experiences numerous second comings, and tries to fathom whether he is being controlled by a game master in a virtual reality game or is actually in the service of God.
Johnny Oops, The Rocket Fuel Of Captivating Fiction
Available for only $0.99 on Kindle and in print on Amazon.com at $14.95
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Write Up By Bargain E Books
Please check out the write up on my novel Johnny Oops at Bargain E books at http://bargainebooks.blogspot.com
Friday, January 21, 2011
What Do Writers Write?
Please take a look at the Inknbeans Press article about me and my novel Johnny Oops at
http://www.inknbeans.com/updated-12-17-10-what-writers-write-and-how-they-write-it.html
Regards,
Arthur
http://www.inknbeans.com/updated-12-17-10-what-writers-write-and-how-they-write-it.html
Regards,
Arthur
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
What does, womanizer, sex maniac, prophet, charlatan, and genius have in common?
What does, womanizer, sex maniac, prophet, charlatan, and genius have in common—they all aptly describe Johnny Oops, the lead character in a fantasy novel by the same name. If you don’t believe me, ask Inney, a one-foot tall albino with pink eyes dressed up in a boy scout uniform who is Johnny’s inner self. Johnny spends his time veering from one reality to another as he travels different worlds and experiences numerous second comings, and tries to fathom whether he is being controlled by a game master in a virtual reality game or is actually in the service of God.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0041KL52M
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0041KL52M
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