Psychodalek is the companion novella to the James Rays Gangwar album of the same name. Each chapter of the book parallels a single track on the album.The book itself travels alongside a schizophrenic murderer with dwells in near future London. Much of the visual imagery is derived from the complex emotional circumstances behind each violent twist of the protagonists psyche. The plot, while extremely violent and disturbing, poses an monumental question. Are we truly products of our environment, and if so, then are we ultimately to blame for our actions which society implicitly has given to us? The book humbly suggest that this is the case and that even the most perverse criminal offenders only commit those crimes that society has breed them to perform. In essence that the downfall of civilization can be directly linked to our own self-imposed destructive tendencies. What we choose to take away from this message is perhaps the reason why the author has chosen to write this crude parable. If only a single person, such as the book's lead, can annihilate a menagerie of victims, that maybe a single person can work to rebuild our perverse society from it's suicidal cinders.This new e-book edition includes the original Psychodalek novella plus the Screenplay The Wild, The Beautiful And The Damned, illustrated by Christian Dörge.
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The Wild, The Beautiful And The Damned.
One Screenplay. One Novel
The Wild, The Beautiful And The Damned, PART ONE A Screenplay.
The Wild, The Beautiful And The Damned, PART TWO: PSYCHODALEK - A NOVEL.
Psychodalek is the companion novella to the James Rays Gangwar album of the same name. Each chapter of the book parallels a single track on the album.
The book itself travels alongside a schizophrenic murderer with dwells in near future London. Much of the visual imagery is derived from the complex emotional circumstances behind each violent twist of the protagonists psyche. The plot, while extremely violent and disturbing, poses an monumental question. Are we truly products of our environment, and if so, then are we ultimately to blame for our actions which society implicitly has given to us? The book humbly suggest that this is the case and that even the most perverse criminal offenders only commit those crimes that society has breed them to perform. In essence that the downfall of civilization can be directly linked to our own self-imposed destructive tendencies. What we choose to take away from this message is perhaps the reason why the author has chosen to write this crude parable. If only a single person, such as the book's lead, can annihilate a menagerie of victims, that maybe a single person can work to rebuild our perverse society from it's suicidal cinders.
This new e-book edition includes the original Psychodalek novella plus the Screenplay The Wild, The Beautiful And The Damned, illustrated by Christian Dörge.
James Ray is a British musician, singer and writer.
Early in his career, James Ray became a singer on The Sisterhood's single Giving Ground and on the accompanying album Gift - both side projects of The Sisters Of Mercy's mastermind Andrew Eldritch.
In 1984 he founded (together with Keyboarder Carl Harrison) his band James Ray And The Performance, which released the maxi-singles Mexico Sundown Blues, Texas and Dust Boat between 1986 and 1989 as well as the compilation album A New Kind of Assassin.
In 1989, he founded James Rays Gangwar (with Damon Vingoe, Travis Earl, and J.B. Ridge), writing and recording a much more guitar-oriented, more aggressive sound. The same year the debut-maxi Another Million Dollars was released, followed by a second maxi-single, Without Conscience, in 1991. The outstanding album Dios Esta Nuestro Lado (and another single, Rev Rev Lowrider) was released in 1992.
After a change of the record company, the much more electronic-based single Fuel and album Third Generation were released in 1993, followed by the album Psychodalek and the associated novel of the same title in 1997.
In 1994 and 1995, James Ray recorded his ambient solo albums This Is This and Beluga Pop (as The MK Ultra).
James Ray and the Black Hearted Riders, his most recent project, released the brilliant singer-songwriter albums Last Train From Woody Creek (2015) and Dawn Death Zephyr (2016).
James Ray's back catalogue was re-released through the German label Black October-Records in 2015: Another Million Dollars (8 tracks) and Spanish Cadillac Selected (84 tracks), the British label Cherry Red released the The Merciful Release Recordings 1989-1992 (29 tracks) and the double album CD Destination Assassination: The Merciful Release Recordings, 1986-1989 (14 tracks); the live album James Rays Gangwar: Before And After The Storm (12 tracks) was released by the French label D-Monic.
James Ray lives and works in North Lincolnshire (GB).
INT. TRANSIT VAN (MOVING) - NIGHT:
Two large men are sitting opposite each other in the rear of the van as it bounces across rough ground. Between them lies a hooded and bound male.
The van stops and the back doors are opened - the man is dragged out into a field, next to a make shift stable block - his legs drag beneath him.
INT. TACKROOM - NIGHT:
The man is dragged into the tackroom and up to one of the panelled walls.
A panel is lifted in the wall to reveal a head sized hole.
His hooded head is put through the hole and secured in position.
INT. STABLE - NIGHT:
C.U. on his head as the hood is removed.
He slowly lifts his head - his face is suddenly frozen in fear.
Man's P.O.V. - a large horse is being led into the stable.
No no no, Jesus no!
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Too fuckin' late for God, sunshine!
The stable door is bolted shut.
CUT TO BLACK:
The horse is jeered into a panic by the shouting of three men.
We hear the stable walls being kicked by the animal.
EXT. CEMETERY - DAY:
A FLY'S EYE VIEW -
The Slo Mo sound of a Dragonfly in flight can be heard as we fly low-level across the graveyard up to where a burial is in progress.
JAMES RAY - a handsome twenty year old, and NICK TARANT - a large 50 year old are at the grave side with the priest - they are looking down into the grave.
We look in - a wreath reading MOTHER lies on top of the coffin.
We look back up and see JAMES looking straight into camera. The shot lifts above and over him as he watches us back off across the cemetery towards two men.
JAMES'S P.O.V. - Two men in black overcoats are standing in his line of vision - they look like well-dressed gangsters. The larger (55) balding one slowly sways from side to side. The other, smaller, suave one, stares back at James - they both have the appearance of having been embalmed.
Soil is dumped onto the wreath and coffin.
INT. ABATTOIR - DAY:
We follow NICK through the length of the abattoir where we see the whole process of animal slaughter.
At the end of the line he exits the building through a back door.
EXT. BACK YARD - DAY:
JAMES is standing in a small, brick-walled yard, in the rain - he has been vomiting.
NICK enters through the door from the abattoir.
Get around to the offal tanks, they've got a blockage
and it's backing up the line.
Gimme a minute Nick.
Not at eight dollars an hour, now get up. And make
sure you clean that fuckin' mess up before you leave.
Nick goes back inside.
James takes a note book and pencil from his pocket, squats down in the corner of the small yard and starts to write.
ARIEL SHOT of the small back yard.
INT. PRISON CELL - DAY:
JOE BURNS - 35 years old - is sitting naked, on the edge of a stripped bed frame. His upper torso is alive with a multitude of tattooed snakes. His long, lank red hair hangs down past his face.
Bed sheets and blankets are folded neatly into a bed pack and sit on the folded back mattress.
C.U. on his tired face as he rests it in his hands - his thumb nails are long and sharp.
Stand up Burns!
JOE stands to attention.
The heavy cell door is unlocked and opened.
RON MALLOY - a powerful looking guard is standing in the doorway staring at Joe's naked body.
RON steps back from the doorway and allows a smaller guard to enter carrying a box containing clothes for Joe - he places in on the floor next to the plimsolls then leaves.
RON steps into the cell.
Put them on.
Joe takes the clothes out carefully - a black roll-neck top and a tailored black two-piece suit.
Where're my boots?
Well if they're not there then they must be missing.
Put them on! (points at plimsolls)
The shit stays in here.
He leaves and the cell door crashes shut.
INT. PRISON CORRIDOR - DAY:
Ron and the smaller guard are walking along the corridor approaching a locked gate.
P.O.V. Ron puts his key in the lock then looks up - the two weird gangster types from the funeral are standing beyond the gate, staring at Ron.
We hear the cell door crash closed again.
INT. PRISON CORRIDOR - DAY:
Ron and the smaller guard walk Joe along the corridor.
Joe is in his new clothes and boots. His hair is neatly greased and tied back.
They pass through the locked gate - Joe smiles to himself.
The corridor on the other side of the second gate is carpeted and decorated like an exclusive hotel. Framed black and white photographs of various executions adorn the walls - hanging, electric chair, beheading's etc.
At the end of the corridor is a large gothic church door.
Joe stands still as Ron knocks.
INT. GOVERNOR'S OFFICE - DAY:
REYNOLDS, the prison governor - an elderly, studious looking gentleman is sitting behind a large oak desk in a tastefully and ornately decorated office in the style of a 19th century study. On his desk is a labelled plastic bag containing Joe's valuables - watch, wallet, rings.
Ron manhandles Joe into the centre of the room.
Reynolds looks up from a framed photograph he is admiring.
C.U. on a photo of a good looking woman in her late twenties.
My daughter. It's her birthday today. She Holds a Ph.D. in Theoretical Physics from Oxford. What you see there Burns is a picture of someone who has made a success of her life. Someone with a place in society. And today is the time to find your place.
I know my place.
Ron delivers Joe a felling kidney punch.
Get up Burns.
Joe gets up.
Do you think you've learned anything since being here?
I think so. Sir.
Please enlighten us. My inturn's rehabilitation courses
are of great interest to me.
I've learned that solitude in magnitude can take your
dreams away. Sir.
You think you're quite smart don't you Burns.
I have my philosophies, Sir. Right or wrong.
(points to bag on the desk) Pick them up and sign there.
Joe signs for his possessions. As he picks up the bag he drops a brown envelope onto the desk with GOVERNOR REYNOLDS typed across it.
Some new pictures for your walls. Sir!
EXT. EXERCISE YARD - DAY:
Ron and Joe are heading for the main gate.
INT. GOVERNORS OFFICE - DAY:
C.U. on the envelope being opened.
EXT. EXERCISE YARD - DAY:
Ron and Joe reach the main gate.
C.U. on Joe as he grins.
How's you wife's photography course coming on Ron?
Ron looks at him distastefully.
INT. GOVERNOR'S OFFICE - DAY:
C.U. as Reynolds takes out the photographs. Each one depicts his daughter in various sexual acts with Joe in his cell.
EXT. PARK - DAY:
James is sitting by a tree watching the world go by on a beautiful summer's day.
C.U. as he takes out a cigarette and lights it with a brass Zippo in his bloody hands.
He takes out his notebook and pencil and starts to write.
P.O.V. James looks across the green park.
The evening was warm and sunny. Flowering Laburnum, Acacia and Fire trees lined the way across the high ground with their lower branches adorned with colourful ribbons and trinkets. Beyond the grove, across a hundred descending miles, the land sloped steeply away into the distance. A soft breeze, laden with the fragrance of distant deserts and burning sandlewood, blew among the tawny canyons beneath him, circled amongst the ravines and foothills, and soared on eagle's wings across the escarpment.
INT. CANTEEN - DAY:
The smoky canteen is full of employees from the abattoir.
Nick is sitting at a table eating his large lunch - Spaghetti and fries with ketchup.
James sits next to him with a can of Coke and a sandwich.
Where have you been?
Outside, getting some fresh air.
What d'you think that is? (Nods to the top corner of the
C.U. on a huge, noisy, industrial air conditioning fan blowing air into the building. A dead pigeon is hanging from the duct.
A short, fat man sits down next to Nick and slaps a bundle of cash down on the table.
Nick stares at the cash.
What the fuck's that?
You’re a hundred dollars short.
It's the pig man again, Nick. Says he lost a couple of
sows last week.
I haven't seen any pigs running round the streets, have
Tell him he's got till the end of the week or I'll send the
Butcher round for the rest of his fuckin' family.
Well I'm not sure if . . . . .
Did you here me?
Well go and fuckin' tell him then.
The Fat Man slopes off.
I want you t'do something for me James.
I want you to take something to your Michael.
James looks at Nick - confused and suspicious.
Nick brings out a hand sized package, neatly wrapped in brown paper, from his jacket pocket. He hands it to James with two twenty dollar notes.
Do you know where he is?
He's got a club down town. The Dragonfly. D'you know it?
I don't even know what he looks like.
Well now's your chance to find out isn't it.
Because my mother's dead?
It wouldn't have made any difference.
Well why then?
I thought you wanted to see him.
So stop asking questions and take what's on offer.
But why now? Why not last year or the year before?
Because the now is right.
EXT. THE DRAGONFLY - NIGHT:
Loud, heavy music can be heard coming from within the club.
James approaches a large doorman at the entrance to the club.
I'm here to see Michael.
Who are you?
The doorman goes inside for a short while, then returns.
INT. DRAGONFLY - NIGHT:
James is lead into the club foyer and up two flights if stairs to a door marked ‘Private' - the doorman knocks.
Come in James.
INT. OFFICE - NIGHT:
The office is very lavish - MICHAEL RAY - the suave one from the funeral, is sitting behind a large oak desk.
His associate FRANKY - the larger one from the funeral - is sitting in a large leather sofa. He never speaks.
Both Michael and Franky are wearing a black two piece suit with a black roll neck top and lace up boots.
James. Nice to see you.
James walks up to the desk whilst studying Michael's face.
You were at my mother's funeral.
You were standing with him. (points to Franky)
You were there. I saw you.
Perhaps you wanted to see me.
And why would I want to do that?
Who knows? (pause) Perhaps you've got something
James passes Michael the parcel.
Michael takes a long thin letter opener from the desk and carefully cuts it open below desk level. He smiles as he takes out a horse shoe from the paper.
He opens a desk draw -
Michael's P.O.V. - the draw contains a dozen horse shoes. He throws the new one in with them then closes the draw - saying nothing about it.
What do you think of the club then?
Why have I never seen you before?
You just said that you saw me at the cemetery.
It's your birthday on Saturday.
I've had twenty other birthdays.
And now you're going to be twenty one.
And next year I'll be twenty two.
(grinning) Oh my, and a, boo hoo.
I've been thinking about trying to find my dad.
I thought we'd have party for you, here.
Do you know where he is?
You know that?
The last time I saw him was almost twenty one years
ago and he didn't look like he was going to out live
mother then. How's Nick? Is he looking after you okay?
What do you mean looking after me?
You know. Is he showing you the ropes.
Well, I learnt how to unblock the offal tank today.
One day you'll learn how to fill it up. I want you to come and work for me.
I've told you I'm thinking about going looking for
And I've told you're wasting your time.
What about Nick? Does he know where he is?
Why? Why right now!?
Because the now is right James.
Nick said that.
That's because Nick does as he's told.
And what about you?
What about me?
What have you been doing?
Waiting for what?
To do what?
Catch up. (pause) Do you still dream of being a writer?
How do you know?
I know lots of things about you James.
I could help you realise your dream.
Why would you do that?
Because I can. Because I want to.
Knock on the door.
James turns and looks at the door - it opens and Joe Burns enters arms wide and wearing a large arrogant smile.
Michael stands up and walks from behind the desk, arms wide and smiling - they are identically dressed.
When they embrace they appear to sink to each other's skin.
I want you to meet someone.
They both turn toward James.
Suddenly they're like a double act.
Joe. I'd like you to meet James. My mother's other
Well. A family affair. And what do you do James?
James here is going to be a famous writer.
Well what a fortunate turn of events to have Michael
as a brother.
Would you believe it, that's exactly what I was saying
to him just now.
What Michael can't get, you don't want. Pleased to meet
James shakes Joe's hand cautiously.
Why don't we go downstairs and have a drink.
INT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT:
The place is packed with clubbers dancing in various states of near undress and/or fetish wear - silver clad space goddesses, male ‘slaves’ in bondage etc.
Michael, Frank, Joe and James are sitting at a table on a small, private balcony overlooking the dance floor - they all drink champagne except for Frank.
James looks quietly excited about his new environment.
(to James) So how about it?
How about what?
You coming to work for me.
And do what?
Whatever needs to be done. It'll be good for you. You
work for me and I'll see what I can do about getting you
published. How about that Joe? It's a fair offer don't
What ever you want James. You can have it all.
What do you do?
Joe was this country's finest installation artist. He could
transform any space into a work of art in a second.
Nothing lasts forever James.
Except Angels and Dust.
Except Angels and Dust.
Success, fame, fortune. These are easily attainable states
of lifestyle James. Just depends how bad you want it.
How badly do you want it James?
You asking me if I want to sell my soul or something?
C.U. cuts between Michael and Joe laughing.
Why? Do you want to sell it? (pause) What do you dream about James? Do you have any dreams of me inside of you?
FADE TO BLACK:
INT. BEDROOM - MORNING:
The rain is lashing across the window under which James has crashed on the bed, still fully clothed from the night before - about five thousand dollars litters the floor.
James opens his eyes and looks around the room - a small box room with just enough room for an old wardrobe and the bed. The room is sparsely decorated and without any personal touches.
He gets up and looks out of the window.
P.O.V. He looks across the rainy city.
INT. ABATTOIR - DAY:
We watch James shovelling the offal into a huge mincer - it's hot and heavy work.
INT. CANTEEN - DAY:
Nick and James are sitting at a table having their lunch.
Both of their hands are blood stained - Nick stuffs the food in as he speaks.
It's your birthday tomorrow isn't it?.
The big twenty one.
Y'don't seem too pleased at the prospect.
At the prospect of what?
Coming of age.
To do what?
Anything you want.
Nothing's gonna change is it. I'm still gonna be stuck
here doing nothing, going nowhere, learning nothing.
Except I'll be even older.
Michael been putting big ideas in your head has he?
What d'you mean?
Who was with him?
Some big guy called Franky. He didn't say anything.
He didn't say anything because he hasn't got a tongue.
That's why he's known as The Monk.
What happened to him?
He recited a passage from the Bible one time, so Michael cut his tongue out.
You calling me a fuckin' liar?
Give me one good reason why he'd do that.
I just did.
So why does he still work for him?
Who else was there?
A guy called Joe turned up. Said he was some kind
Nick looks at the table.
C.U. on the table as a fly lays it's eggs into a morsel of raw meat.
Michael said he could help me get a publisher.
So what about your job here?
Fuck it!? So it's fuck you too Nick, is it? Well fuck you!
C.U. on Nick's angry face as he jumps to his feet.
You go to fuckin' hell!
INT. NIGHT CLUB PARTY - NIGHT:
James's birthday party is being held in the private rooms above the club.
The place is decked with streamers and balloons and is full with Michael's exotic friends and associates - young, old and all larger than life.
The door opens and James enters hesitantly.
Everyone turns and cheers on Michael's order. They sing happy birthday - the champagne flows.
James looks slightly embarrassed.
Michael appears a bit flamboyant and shakes James's hand.
James. (smiles) I'm pleased you came. Come on in.
Michael leads him through the revellers to the lavish buffet table .
A large box wrapped in gold paper sits central on the table.
Happy birthday brother.
Open it and see.
He opens it. It's a top of the range lap-top computer.
You like it?
Oh man! It's exactly what I wanted.
Here. I've got something else for you.
Michael hands him another present.
James unwraps it carefully - a glass case containing a bonsai copse, a miniature ornamental pond and a live Dragonfly.
C.U. on the Dragonfly.
Never let it out. Everything she needs is in there.
Look after her and she'll look after you.
Joe hands James a gift.
He unwraps it - it's a smart digital camera.
Photographs as memories James. Sometimes your mind
can play tricks on you.
C.U. A snarling rabid dog.
INT. ABATTOIR - NIGHT:
We move through the packed abattoir at shoulder height - men milling around, money exchanges hands as bets are being placed - the shed is a riot of voices.
We reach a centre circle defined by hay bales - an extra large man is stripped and ready for a fight.
Nick steps into the ring as referee.
Right. I want a clean fight, no scratching or biting, this
isn't fuckin' Las Vegas. Fight to the bell or my instructions. Is that clear? Let's go.
The bell sounds - the noise from the crowd is deafening as Nick steps out of the ring and the fight starts between the man and two dogs.
We follow Nick through the crowd.
He enters into a little office at the rear of the shed.
We see Nick through the office window - Frank stands up into view with a boy of about 15 years old.
Nick touches the youth's face affectionately - Frank leaves.
The office window blinds are closed.
INT. NIGHT CLUB PARTY - NIGHT:
The party has rolled on and everyone looks fairly out-of-it.
James is stumbling round the room swigging from a bottle of Champagne.
Camera flashes keep going off.
James's P.O.V. - C.U. of guest's faces laughing and smiling at James as they hand him drinks. An attractive transvestite opens her mouth and offers him a gold pill from her tongue. As he offers his own tongue she embraces and kisses him passionately.
P.O.V. - James's vision is going blurred then hazy then doubled.
The drugs and champagne kick in as he walks through the party - faces start to look ugly, misshapen, distorted, creating a sinister looking freak show.
The camera flashes become so frequent that strobe effect occurs. People move in ways which seem difficult and awkward.
He reaches a bedroom door - he opens it.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT:
P.O.V. A swarm of locust are flying round the room.
Michael is standing naked and is handcuffed, cruciformed, to the wall. a naked young woman is smearing blood over his body.
C.U. on the locust crawling out from under Michael's skin.
FADE TO WHITE:
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT:
James opens his blood-shot eyes.
He sits up and looks around the room - he looks wasted.
The room is furnished in a minimalist style, almost Japanese.
The glass case containing the Dragonfly is sitting on a table at the foot of his bed.
Voices are heard from another room - arguing.
I want him back Michael.
You had him long enough. He's mine now.
James is puzzled by what he can hear. He gets out of bed - still fully clothed.
He listens at the door trying to recognise the female voice.
He's not ready.
He's mine now, not yours. You had your two score,
Give him some more time.
Shut your fat woman's mouth.
Don't you dare talk to your mother like that! Who
on earth do you think you are!
Who in hell do you think!
James quickly opens the door.
INT. LOUNGE - NIGHT:
James steps into the room from the bedroom - the place has been immaculately cleaned since the party.
Franky is sitting on the sofa.
James looks around, surprised not to see Michael or the female.
Good morning young James. Sleep well?
I heard my mother.
In my dreams I'm deaf. Did you know that? Always
been that way. Total silence throughout. But wonderful
images. Images I can touch, y'know what I mean? Really touch them.
I heard her in here, arguing with you.
It's okay James. Everything's fine. Here take this.
He hands James a bundle of cash.
You'll find a wardrobe full of clothes in your bedroom.
Everything new, everything your size. Then I want you
to pick up Joe at this address.
Michael gives James a set of car keys and a piece of paper.
He'll show you the ropes.
INT. CAR (MOVING) - NIGHT:
James is dressed in a black suit with a black roll-neck top. He is driving a black Mercedes sports. He looks very pleased with himself.
He turns on the stereo - ‘TRICKY' plays loud.
INT. WAREHOUSE APARTMENT - NIGHT:
The large apartment is furnished with chrome and brown leather.
Joe has decorated the interior space with a series of crisscrossing silver wires from wall to wall and up through the ceiling like a cat's-cradle.
The door is open - James enters, he looks around in amazement at the intricacy of his work.
Joe looks at his watch.
Very punctual James. I like that in a man. Among
Did you do this?
I did. You like it?
Must have taken ages.
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