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Sunnyside Sal
by Anton Krueger
120 pages ISBN: 978-0-9584915-6-3 Price R120
Sunnyside Sal is the story of an unusual friendship between two boys growing up in Pretoria. It's a jauntily narrated novella set in the tumultuous early 1990s, when a whole generation was discovering that everything they'd been taught to believe was wrong. Fuelled by his reckless bravado and post-punk philosophy, Sal plunges into extreme situations, but his innocent experimentations in rebellion lead him increasingly into hazardous realms. Although ultimately a tragic tale, Sunnyside Sal is borne up throughout by an exuberant humour.
Anton Krueger teaches drama at Rhodes University. His award-winning plays have been performed in nine countries. He has published poems, short stories, reviews, academic articles and song lyrics. Sunnyside Sal is his first novel.
SUNNYSIDE SAL LAUNCHES AT
PRETORIA
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Thursday 18 February 6.00 for 6.30pm
introduced by David Medalie
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CAPE TOWN
Book Lounge, Cnr Roeland and Buitenkant Streets
Thursday 4 March 6.00 for 6.30pm
introduced by Toast Coetzer
Tel 021 462 2425 booklounge@gmail.com
DURBAN
Friday 12 March 6.45pm
Elizabeth Sneddon Theatre, UKZN
introduced by Syd Kitchen
Tel 031 2602506/1816 cca@ukzn.ac.za
GRAHAMSTOWN
Friday 19 March 5.30 for 6.00 pm
Reddits New Street
introduced by Robert Berold
Tel 0823243048 mnrkrueger@gmail.com
tell me about the triangle in its capacity as a triangle
set in relation to the visual perception of its three sides
one side is a straight line you see, the other is a road
leading to the third line which will lead to your demise
You stupid boy, don't be coy
with your deep voice like a drone
up in my ear like a phone
trying hard to make me moan
with your muscle on bone
But you FAIL as you try
to no AVAIL,
I can't comply to let you
down
down
down
so try not to drown
dude alone
in all your own
overblown testosterone
Gotta love my life. I have a disciplinary hearing on Tuesday for my behaviour at the last Ravens game. I love how Robbie, Mitch and Dana ALL don’t get cuffed for their antics and I do. It was a bloody Ravens vs Cubs game for fuck’s sake. A bit of excitement and support for my own team (for which I was benched for two games for shagging in the locker rooms anyway, so I was already pissed) is completely natural. Everybody streaks. Big deal. A bit of free, live nudity never hurt anyone – people pay to see that shit. And I’d think the captain of the soccer team should have some shagging rights. But no.
And Robbie, the idiot, completely turned into such a girl when Priscilla Fanbelt told him off. Who names their kid “Priscilla” anyhow? And even more disturbing, who dates a kid called Priscilla? Robbie Thomas, that’s who. What a doosh. He answers to her every beck and call like a slipper dog – you know, those little rat-dogs that if you put a foot up its ass it becomes a slipper? Yeah. One of those. And Priscilla Fanbelt has much more than just a foot up his ass, obviously. God, I can’t stand her. The next time I find her in my apartment rearranging the spatulas, I’m going to stick a spatula up you-know-where. The real sad thing is that Alan would want nothing more than to have a perfect daughter like her. I can see the appeal, I guess. Being the absent parent of a difficult child like me has GOT to be the hardest job in the world! Doosh.
Dana says I’m “conflicted and confused”. But I told her quite adamantly that I’m almost 100% certain that I’m straight this year. For real real. Fair enough, I probably watched far too much South Park and just wanted to throw the word “bicurious” around. But still. No one can say I didn’t make an attempt to play batsman for the other team. Sigh.
Some good news though. My ass is on the front cover of The Chronicle! Ha. There is justice in this world. Imagine that baby on Alan’s breakfast tray. “Oh, good morning Mr Taylor” and WHOOPAH. Good bye lemon muesli and hello, daughter’s ass. Bit late for him to learn to change nappies though. I think I will have to frame this bad boy and stick it in my room. Worth more than a grad certificate any day. Fuck I love my life.
Once upon a time in a misty litte village lived a dwarf boy and his gnome parents. All the other gnome boys would laugh at him because he was a dwarf and not a gnome. He didn't care though cause he had a trusty hash pipe. All day he would sit with Alice and together they would explore the new wonderland beneath the mushroom forrest. Twas there that he discovered the magic of it all. He didnt even know where he was or what was going on in the story but alice had her tits in a knot and that gave him his best thought yet:"Gnomes and dwarfs are not that different (perhaps a slight difference,and gnomes wear funny hats and chill in gardens while dwarfs chill underground)". he considered this for a moment then he jumped up and round-house kicked Alice in the teeth. "You human bitch!why didnt you tell me about the gulf war?!" he shouted, "Fuck you, lets go to a sexy party...NOW!". Alice wiped the blood off her chest and smiled a toothless grin. He reached up and climed up her pony tale,riding her like camel towards a lumo sexy party. That was all to embarrassing for alice who threw him into a coffee grinder that emptied into a mincing machine which poured the remains of the poor dwarf onto two pieces of bread. Mmmm,dwarf sandwich!
The End
Oh dearest me, what a day I've had, mother called this morning to wish me a happy birthday. You can imagine how shocked i was, not shocked at the fact the she called me but that i infact had forgoten my own birthday. Its strange really that i never forget jimmy's birthday or even philips, but to forget my own!? so i walked to the pet store and bought oxygen tablets for little phillip, then continued down pigsbury lane to that dear little coffee shop. Penelope was there. she gave me extra cheese on my scone, maybe i should ask her out to dinner. Oh but why would she bother with me, i bet once i finally invent something she'll say more than " hey sterling, same old?" oh my, i had quite the experience walking to aunt nelly's, i was part of a movie! yes i tell you, a movie, well they were filming in the park, lights, cameras, and all of that stuff. I happened to spring across a puddle of water, as i turned i could swear the camera was pointed in my direction! Oh my, i wonder if it was a commercial, or a movie, i think id rather it be a commercial. then penelope would see it during her lunch breaks or when she left work, and she'd tell all her friends about me, that would be swell. I arrived at aunt Nelly's rather chuffed at my accomplishment. Bounced right into the house without noticing she had painted the exterior an obnoxious yellow, the house almost looked like a marangue,i tell you. She got me a turbonamic hydrolic instant no mess no fuss ink dispenser! What 42 year old could resist such a remarkable gadget. i spent some time at aunt Nelly's, most of it was spent feeding her and re-attaching her ear piece, but it was a delight. i left aunt Nelly's headed for home and caught the last glimpse of Penelopes auburn hair. ahhhhh, i can smell the cocunut and tea tree oil right now. Today has been swell, to think i almost forgot my birthday!!
Sterling
let me close my eyes,
and drown in your heartbeat;
feel the rush
from the brush of your skin.
breathing in your words,
sighing out my love,
while whispers of eternity wind round me
like a vine in spring
whose vivid buds bloom and fade,
and bloom again
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