1st CRITIQUE

Lo and behold, what had to happen did!

The Paris Times has given 'Dickster' it's first real critique, in their 'expat corner' of the 16th edition, March 2007, you can read —can't you?:

'…the first part of a riotous trilogie…'

Cool beans! That sounds about right to me. What do you think?

THE D IS OUT!

It's official. The 14th of March, the eve of the ides, the CCC launched 'Dickster' into the world, and we had a great time. The lecture hall was full, and the fans were amusingly curious, prying for answers that could have gotten me eliminated like D.

Here's the info that was divulged thanks to J-P King of the Raîche, acting as master of ceremonies.

-They obviously wanted to know if The Meaty Monster was as gynormous as D had pertained it to be: roughly 5% of his body weight! My answer was an affirmative, noting also the symbolics behind it: how it shunned out the rest of his life.

-I also had to just the language and content of the book that can be vulgar and shocking at times: like life is always a pleasant stroll through the park! It was also a strategy of his that is exploited by great authors or film directors, like Alejandro Jodorosky and Guillermo Arriaga.

-They wanted to know how he died. You, who's been following the blog since the beginning should know that!

-How did D and I meet? I was doing an article for the seedy 'people' Canadian press on 'les folles nuits parisiennes', many years ago. D was part of it. (I'm being very blunt, but I can't get into all the D-tails that went into the one hour interview.

-I read some extracts from the book, including a mysterious manuscript I'd found in his bag. From the looks of it, it seemed to belong to 3D: its syle was radically different from 1D.

-All in all, what came out of the jovial interrogation was D's oh-so-unusual spiritual path that was a spicy blend of Austin Powers, Trainspotting, Inspector Cluzeau, with Rocco Siffredi and Gandhi battling it out for the leading role!

You should have been there!

Then when had drinks, and I signed a bunch of books.

The perfect evening!

J.S.

TIME TO BUY THE BOOK

All Right, folks!

This is it. Here's where 'Dickster' is available so far, in France:

THE ABBEY BOOKSHOP 29, rue de la Parcheminerie, 75005 Paris
THE VILLAGE VOICE 6, rue Princesse, 75006 Paris
THE RED WHEELBARROW 22, rue Saint Paul, 75004 Paris
SHAKESPEARE & COMPANY 37, rue de la Bûcherie, 75005
MILLESPAGES 174, rue de Fontenay, Vincennes

The best thing about going to buy the books there is the beautiful people who work in them. I won't name them. You'll have to go over there and meet them yourselves. That's right, you're gonna have to make the first step cause the internet site thedicksterdimension.com is not ready yet. Sorry!

Well gotta go prepare for the launch.

Jack Stack.

D's NOT DEAD!

That's right! Just like Punk, Rock 'n' Roll, and the Greatest Story Ever Told, Dickster lives on. Don't forget it!

Dickster is everywhere. He's in you. He's in me. He's everywhere. D will never die. His aura is too huge and consuming. I am penetrated by Him –and yes, I will continue to give Him a capital 'H', for I now understand. I have discovered a scribbled paper in His things that was most enlightening.

You have a dick? That's maybe where you'll find Him, whether it be humongous or not. You don't have a crotch? You're probably a woman then, but don't be fooled, 'cause you do have a masculine side, a male identity roaming inside you that you have or not discovered, and it's got a dick!

Now you may not associate Dickster to that part of your anatomy. I did for a long time, but D isn't just that. D, after having gone to my head, is in my heart. Maybe one day you'll find Him there too; it's a wonderful feeling.

No, He is not godly. He isn't even a prophet. He made a step, a gigantic leap. If you knew His story –I hope to uncover it for humanity–… I can't even fathom it all. But you know what? I don't have to. I have seen, heard and felt it. His experience transpires like an energy field. If He'd have walked into a crowded stadium with all the lights out, everyone would have noticed. Why? How? It's unexplainable. But True!

D has transcended death. D is a brand new hope, a beacon of life. 1D portrays his 'sex symbol' years. Many years later, when He'd finally got a grip on His balls, He came back new and improved. Respect, man. Respect. Not only could you look up to Him, but He was humble, powerfully humble. D'd become a Gandhi of the soul. All right, I'm exaggerating a little. But I swear? He had more power in the tip of his little finger than any man wtih an entire army, and nuclear weapons to boot, at his disposition.

Why isn't there world peace then? The only viable answer I could come up with is: men are scaredy cats! That's why they did Him in. They wanted Him dead 'cause He was going to rock their cushy world, and the happiness that would have followed… Well, maybe, thinking they didn't deserve it, they figured their peice of the happy pie would go to someone else. They didn't have the balls for joy! They are weak and to be pitied. They need compassion, love; it's the only thing that can save them.

Believe me, D is out there! He's doing His big bit, and those of you who catch on to His message will escape persecution and hardships of all kinds. You think I'm insane? I'm pleased with myself. It may not be bliss just yet, but I'm lighter and much happier from having met Dickster. I, the atheist who always will be, believe in Dickster!

I'm declaring the ides of November, the 13th of November, the new D-Day. We will all have a day off to commemorate what Dickster stands for: liberation from within!

Signing out,

Jack Stack.

P.S. Don't forget to come to the CCC (Canadian Cultural Center, 5 rue Constantinople, Paris 75007) on March 14th, the eve of the ides, at 20:00. I will present 1D and give you some insight as to what must be in 2D and 3D.