Title: Naked Reverse
Author: Michael Boylan
Genre: Literary Fiction / Adventure
There’s a secret back door to the Ivory Tower. Follow college professor Andrew Viam through that secret passageway as he goes on an Odyssey into the real world full of love and violence. Will he survive? This is an open question. He falls for a woman, but then she’s running away from a boyfriend who’s into Organized Crime and wants her back. From the tough city streets of Chicago to the wild woods of Wisconsin, Andrew will have to call on new resources if he wants to make it alive to next term. It’s a summer break he’d never experienced—and hopefully never will again.
Michael Boylan is Professor and Chair of Philosophy at Marymount University. He is the author of 29 books and over 130 articles in literature and philosophy. He has delivered invited lectures in 14 countries on 5 continents. He is a lifetime fellow of the British Arts Trust in Reigate, Surrey.
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Suddenly a shiver of fear swept over me. I could sense it in the others as well. It was
partially the disruption of our false sense of isolation which we had enjoyed. With no other campers in the area it had seemed to us that we were a community unto ourselves. . . . But then we could see them: three, four, six—there were six bikes. The riders didn't look all that menacing. They were dressed much as any college kid dresses these days: jeans, wife beaters, and bandanas. I clung to my hope that these six fellows were harmless young people out for an evening ride. Two things struck me: no one wore helmets (two wore bandanas) and the lead driver had a swastika tattoo on his right arm at the bicep.
"Hey, Sail, looksee here, a campfire!" said one of the bikers as they all stopped at the head of the clearing. Ed poked his head out of Glen’s tent for an instant and then pulled it back inside. The others in the group laughed at this rather astute observation “Hey Pigman doesn’t that fire there turn you on?”