Red Wine Moan

By Jeri Cain Rossi

In a world inhabited by desolation angels, bar flies, and fallen artists, the heroine of these tales takes no prisoners in the swampy mysterious soup of New Orleans. Seven short stories and the title novella portray the loneliness and longing of the night creatures who prowl the deserted streets from bar to alley, searching for a new dawn.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0916397629
• ISBN13: 9780916397623
• Release Date: December 1999
• Publisher: Manic D Press, Inc.
• Length: 138 Pages
• Weight: 0.50 lbs.
• Dimensions: 9.3" x 0.5" x 6.0"

Customer Reviews

Shot Glasses, Chet Baker, and a Streetcar Named Desire

"Maybe my sorrow and intensity scared you, or maybe, life being as it is, it was just bad timing." -Jeri Cain RossiJeri Cain Rossi has lusted, loved, and lost. She has divulged her heart on paper, all the while vowing never to be so vulnerable again. Nevertheless, Rossi remains a hopeless romantic who fearlessly sheds her self-imposed exiles to follow her passions. Her sojourns may not yield everlasting love, but they inspire some of the most sincere, poignant, and memorable fiction of our generation. Jeri, I raise my glass to you.

Shot glasses, Chet Baker, and a streetcar named desire

"Maybe my sorrow and intensity scared you, or maybe, lifebeing as it is, it was just bad timing." -Jeri Cain RossiJeriCain Rossi has lusted, loved, and lost. She has divulged her heart on paper, and vowed never to be so vulnerable again. Yet, Rossi remains a hopeless romantic who will no doubt shed her self-imposed exiles to pursue her passions. Her journeys may not yield everlasting love, but they continue to inspire some of the most sincere, poignant, and unforgettable fiction of our generation. Jeri, I raise my glass to you. END

Better than Bukowski

Because of the subject matter--booze, love, sex, more booze--I guess comparisons between Rossi and Bukowski are inevitable. After reading *Red Wine Moan*, though, it's apparent that Rossi is much more savvy than Mr. B., much more aware of the literary cliches that can attach to such subject matter, and she avoids them with the sort of poetry and flair she could only have gotten by being a keen observer of late-twentieth/early-twenty-first century culture. Without being maudlin or gothic or any of a list of possible affections, Rossi tells her stories beautifully and concisely. If Mona Simpson drank more and took herself less seriously (frankly, I think she should do both), she'd almost be Rossi.Cheers, Ms. Rossi, to a great new work. Long may you reign.