Before the fire the horizon was dark. Next door is the home cum office of Hal Harris, a shrink whose single response to the Hippocratic oath is a syringe of mind expander that removes his adoring patients from the reality of leather couch to a distant high confessional place, distant enough in fact so that Dr. Hal can leave the depressing therapy room for hours at a time to putter around in his half of beloved California succulents while his victim rewires his own neurotic circuits.
How the Harrises and Edwards are conjoined has little to do with neighborliness. There are junkies, too. Lots of them, apparently, the patients of Dr. Hal, who keeps a few drugs around the place and helps them out with their habits. Federal Tax Identification Number: Your gift is tax-deductible as allowed by law. Toggle navigation. Search Catholic Online. We ask you, humbly, to help. Hi readers, it seems you use Catholic Online a lot; that's great!
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Michael the Archangel St. Francis of Assisi St. Joseph St. Catherine of Siena. And, writer to writer, there was a lip-pursing concern in me to know how D. How to draw her serpentine chronicle of somewhat familiar deviate behavior unfit mother, hooked psychotherapy patients, unabashed skinny-dipping firemen, etc. The motif of "Burning" that never really gets its chance at bat is the supposed interdependence between the "straights" and the "deviants. The "deviants" are everybody else in the house next door, which seems on particular days to encompass half of Los Angeles.
Next door is the home cum office of Hal Harris, a shrink whose single response to the Hippocratic oath is a syringe of mind expander that removes his adoring patients from the reality of leather couch to a distant high confessional place, distant enough in fact so that Dr.
Hal can leave the depressing therapy room for hours at a time to putter around in his half acre of beloved California succulents while his victim rewires his own neurotic circuits. How the Harrises and Edwards are conjoined has little to do with neighborliness. Simply, the fire department orders the all-excluding hedge between their houses taken down, and there they are, finally face to face. It's shoot or smile, so the Edwards decide to smile, and the tendril-like vignettes of the novel's curious garden sprout in the soil of awfully easy satire.
There has rarely been such an array of deflatable balloons conveniently at hand: kook psychiatrist, looney but worshipping lady patients, straight couple with, however, occasional, unfulfilled deviant wishes who try a long afternoon of lapping up the water in the horse trough on the "other" side of the street.
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