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Volume 17 Issue 4
Backstage, a grizzled older man is standing on a foldout table saying, "Listen up, here are the rules!" The young, sweatsuited fighters look up politely from their massages and hand-taping.
Vive Le Tarnac Nine!
Historically ignored by the rest of France, Limousin has recently come to prominence due to events in a tiny, inaccessible mountain village of about 100 people called Tarnac.
Luckily for some 32 Battalion soldiers, governments and private groups across the globe are often in need of well-trained mercenaries and hire them out as private murderers for vast sums of money.
The Psychedelic Recluse
Now over 60 and recently retired, Vernon Treweeke, who's been referred to as Australia's reclusive godfather of psychedelic art, is ready to start the next phase of his career.
Dr. Kobus Jonker: God’s Detective
In South Africa, they are balls deep in sangomas, or healers. For the most part these sangomas are legit herbalists. There are however a number of bad sangomas, known as baloyi, which are more like dark wizards.
The Guatemalan Lady Killers
While Mexico fights a war against the drug cartels that control much of its northern border, a lesser-known struggle is talking place in Guatemala, its neighbor to the south.
As part of a tradition lifted from the Roman Catholic model, members of the devout commune Little Pebble Dohsyuku-kai gather each morning and await secret messages from the Virgin Mary.
I Was Looking For A Street
Charles Willeford transcended the crime genre to which he was relegated by most publishers and critics. But if Willeford only wrote pulp, then so did Dostoyevsky and Hemingway.
Set in east London, this story is for the most part true. Some of the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Bless This Mess
At 8 AM on a sunny Tuesday morning I am on my way to a crisis site on East End Avenue at 82nd Street. The call had come in an hour or so earlier. "I presume you're in good physical fitness," Ron Alford had warned me over the phone.