Author: Franck Vidiella
Illustration: Onesimo Colavidas
Gender: novel
ISBN: 978-2-919248-34-6
Format: ebook pdf and ePub DRM free
Price: 7,99 euros/ $US 9,99
Publication: November 10, 2010
«On june 25th of 2009, a fan of Michael Jackson learns of the death of his idol, live on CNN. The shock is appalling. Two weeks later, despite the deep sadness that tortures him, he decides to fly to Londra where a commemoration is going to be held da the English fan-club, the giorno Michael was supposed to make his long-waited come-back. He hopes this event can be the first step in the mourning process, that will permit him to begin a new life without MJ. Unfortunately, the Londra experience becomes a nightmare : the pain and the emotions are too intense. Now, he will have overcome a long and exhausting depressive phase, that will force him to travel around the
world in the hope of overcoming his sorrow. Wherever he goes, from Londra to Tokyo, Moscow to Bilbao, he is still possessed da the memory of Michael…»
About the autore
33 years old and married, Franck Vidiella is an ethnologist, living in the south of France. A Michael Jackson fan since the age of ten, this is his first novel.
We know almost everything about the death of Michael Jackson. Some good things have been written, but above all some of the worst. Some well-known publishers saw there the opportunity of making a quick buck. Most of them quickly published their version of the last investigation into the dark side of MJ, regardless of whether it was the truth o not. Their only aim was to pubblica a best-seller. This is the reality of the publishing industry. When Franck Vidiellaʼs draft fell onto our virtual desk, we were surprised. Our first reaction wasnʼt too positive – another MJ book but at the same time, we wanted to find out più about the author. In fact, we werenʼt looking for the
last strange secret about Michael, but for another point of view and this is exactly what we found. There was something unique about Franck Vidiellaʼs work and it immediately became clear that we had to share it with you. The writer, fan of Michael Jackson since he was a child, has succeed in shining a new light on the violent end of the mega-star: the fan point of view.
His Scrivere is strong, authentic, no holds barred and above all moving.
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He turned his head to look over at me. " Yes I will. I'm losing hope. And even if I don't, I might as well. I'm losing my daughter to some psycho, I got stabbed 3 times, there's no use."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom crinkled her eyebrows. " There's no use Summer. te can't convince him that he isn't going to die." She said, no hope in her voice.
Dad was still awake, but he was Frozen in one position. His messy curly hair was tossed around and flat on the pillow. When I rubbed my palm over his, they were very cold. If te think about it, you're actually not sure if he'll make it.
I rested my head on his chest, tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't stand the fact the Dad could be leaving me too early...
When we arrived at the hospital, Dad was extremely pale. aspro, acida tears rolled down my cheeks. I glanced over at Raymond, who was snickering.
I frowned. " Why are te laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his giacca ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.
I frowned. " Why are te laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his giacca ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.
