We have an Australian author and world traveler now living in Mahahual. His name is Roderick Makim, and he is from Queensland, Australia. He is a reader of this blog, and I met him last September here in Mahahual. He read my blog and set me an email asking my help in helping him find a long-term rental here in Mahahual.
I met him on the malecon when he first arrived, and we looked for him a place to stay. We looked around, but could not find anything for him, so he got a room in a hotel here. Well like a lot of people who come here, he lucked out, and he found a long-term caretakers gig, north of Mahahual. He is living up in Placer-Rio Indio north of town now.
So Roderick now is living the beach bum, struggling artist lifestyle in a nice house on the beach on the Mexican Caribbean, not a bad life. Roderick has written several novels I believe, and I think he is getting a lot of writing done where he is living now. Roderick, I noticed like myself, carries around a pen and notepad and does his writing on that. I do that myself a lot, and you don’t see that a lot anymore.
Roderick now comes to town from time to time, and comes by and checks in, and gives us the latest on what is going on up north near Uvero.
So I noticed yesterday that Roderick has finished a new book, and is trying to get it published. He sent me this yesterday, so I thought some of you might be interested in helping a young author from Costa Maya and Mahahual out.
“Alright team – time to get serious. If I get 1000 votes here, my 1st novel (Popinjay’s Beverage Emporium) will be published by a new crowd-sourcing publishing firm in London. So, yeah. Take two minutes to register your email and vote. Couldn’t be easier and it would help me a lot..don’t just click Like, don’t just leave a comment of support.”
In a remote Outback community in the Gulf Country, an odd collection of heroes and monsters come together under the hot November sun to play out a conflict stretching back 5,000 years – but who are the heroes, who are the monsters and who are the poor fools in between?
The town of Arthur’s Crossing and its satellite, the almost-abandoned village of McAllister, both receive new arrivals. In McAllister, an aimless, hitchhiking backpacker with purple hair and a guitar finds work at a pub owned by three of the strangest characters he has met anywhere in his travels – Herculaneum Popinjay, Polaris Zhenshchina and Sonny Somnamble. They claim to be low-level monsters who never had any stories told about them, and migrated to Australia from Europe, Russia and India.
“His name was Herculaneum Popinjay.
That name set him back when he first moved to the Arthur’s Crossing Shire. It was a part of the world where a stranger would have to stay for at least 20 years before considered a local, but if your name was something like Herculaneum Popinjay, you would probably have to wait another couple of decades on top of that. But that didn’t worry Herculaneum. Time was something he had a great deal of.
It was the sort of name you get when you decide to furnish yourself with a new moniker after a three-day drinking bender in 18th century England. He chose Herculaneum as a mark of respect and remembrance, and Popinjay because he liked the sound of the word. He occasionally regretted it, but never enough to change it again. Not yet, anyway.
It was not a name that inspired fear, which pleased Herculaneum despite his occasional forays into highway banditry over the centuries. He always abandoned those forays quickly, because they were always less glamorous than the popular culture of whatever time it was led him to believe.
It was a name that lent itself to rambling, outlandish tales into the small hours of the long, hot nights of the North Queensland summer, over cold beers and endless rounds of Five Hundred. It was the name of a short, stocky man of indeterminate age, less than average physical fitness, a somewhat elastic sense of honesty and a rather lazy intelligence. It was the name of a man who had stumbled onto the secret of immortality and wasn’t much fussed by it.
It was the name of the owner and proprietor of Popinjay’s Beverage Emporium, the only business and abode in the otherwise abandoned town of McAllister, North West Queensland, Australia. The Gulf Country. He was standing behind the bar, polishing it with a dirty cloth and talking to his friends Sonny and Polaris, who will have their own introductions in good time. For the moment, it is enough to know that all three would probably be the most amiable monsters in all of Australia, although Polaris could be a bit severe at times.
They prefer the term ‘supernaturally gifted,’ incidentally, but they’re OK with ‘monsters.’ They’ve seen enough heroes in their time to feel comfortable in the other group.
‘What this place needs is music’, Herculaneum said, not for the first time. Herculaneum couldn’t play any instrument worth a damn, and his singing could kill a brown dog, but he was a great lover of music nonetheless.
The monsters didn’t know it, of course, but there was a musician of sorts making his way towards them, provided he didn’t die of thirst or heatstroke first.
There was something else headed their way, as well. It thought of itself as The Hero. They didn’t know The Hero was coming, either – but then again, The Hero didn’t know there were monsters in McAllister in the first place. The Hero wasn’t coming to North Queensland for them. He had other business to take care of and, if the musician had died of thirst, it’s possible the monsters of McAllister would have never encountered The Hero at all.
Possible, but not very likely. The Hero was very, very good at his job. He really should be, though. He’d been doing it for nearly 5000 years.”
Here are some other links with Roderick’s work.
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Thanks for reading,
Stewart Rogers USA-South Carolina