Wednesday, October 10, 2018

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Right on the Monet by Malcolm Parnell - Book Tour

 
Right on the Monet 


New York
Claude Monet painting is stolen
Mediterranean
Of all the things Harry Chase had imagined in his life, being a drummer on a cruise ship band was not one that would have occurred to him. And yet, there he was. Centre stage, behind a young female singer along with his mates, Dave, Tony and Steve.
Which meant that getting involved in a jewellery theft, an on-board massage parlour and the hunt for an Old Master was even further from his mind as he cracked the snare drum.
And yet, this was exactly how he found himself being questioned by Interpol …..


EXCERPT TWO:

The gallery itself would not look out of place in a spaceship in a sci-fi film, decked out as it was with gleaming chrome and mirrored walls. The floor consisted mainly of white tiles interspersed with rosewood panels all polished to within an inch of their lives. The artwork was displayed on easels set at various junctures around and under the stairs with some aligned along the walls. Upon inspection, the majority seemed to be mainly limited edition prints with a few originals thrown in for good measure. The stuff was largely contemporary abstracts clearly aimed at designer living, and the price tags were not for the faint-hearted.
Some of it was very good indeed, bright and colourful and eye-catching, but there was a lot that did not stir any particular emotion in my breast.
“What’s that supposed to be?” A familiar voice muttered in my ear.
I was looking at an abstract entitled ‘blue horizon’, which depicted a series of broad horizontal bands of paint, each one a different shade of blue. The canvas, about twenty inches by twelve was set in a deep blue frame with a white collar insert. Steve was glaring at it with an expression of deep mistrust.
“Anything you want I suppose. I don’t always understand this stuff myself, but if it pleases the eye, then that’s fine. Have you ever heard of a fella named Mark Rothko?”
“No, is he worth checking out?”
“No.”
“It reminds me of a pair of pyjamas I had as a kid,” Steve continued. “Perhaps I should have cut the arse out of them and put it in a frame.” He studied the price tag. “Fuck me; I definitely should have.”
I grinned. “Steve, you are a philistine.”





Author Bio – Malcolm Parnell has a passion for painting and teaches art and drawing skills when he is not working on his next novel.
His other passion, apart from his good lady wife, Marion, is Leicester City Football Club. Becoming an author and Leicester win the Premier League have been two of his greatest ambitions realised. 


Social Media Links – Twitter - @PaintAuthor
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