Years Becoming The Novelized Memoir of a Veteran Harlot eBook Stratford Blanka K
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One wrong move sends a U.S. Army combat journalist’s life spiraling dangerously out of control in Years Becoming The Novelized Memoir of a Veteran Harlot – the true story of a professional liar and the consequences of losing one’s life for love.
After Blanka Stratford is discharged from the military for violating the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy, she is convinced she had made the right decision to be with the woman who seized both her heart and her career. But Blanka soon finds out that nothing is fair in love or war. In vain attempt to maintain both a writing career amidst a faltering economy and the affection of the one person who had brought her to her knees, Blanka sells the last item she has left to offer – herself. As she enters New York City’s underground world of drugs and high-class prostitution, she struggles to remember the person she had once been. Her lies become further entwined by the betrayal of an old military acquaintance, a charming sycophant who proves that not all that glitters is gold. With vengeance in mind and the aid of three friends, Blanka implements a profitable scheme to con the world. When she departs for Europe to fulfill her plan, however, three obstacles stand in her way a wacky Polish family, a Spanish woman bent on winning her love, and an eccentric Russian rebel, who brings Blanka back to life at the same moment he aims to take it away. Split into two halves symbolically placed side by side Part 1 “The Truth of the United States” and Part 2 “Lies in Europe,” this first-person account - covering timely topics such as the Iraq War, GLBT issues and Russian espionage - will leave the reader in laughs, in tears and in disarray.
Years Becoming The Novelized Memoir of a Veteran Harlot eBook Stratford Blanka K
In 1998, it cost me exactly $38 dollars to travel on an overnight rail train from Prague, Czech Republic to Berlin, Germany. I was young, full of youthful arrogance, pride, and the sort of adopted ennui that only a young college student who has conquered his dim view of the world could manifest. I won't bore you with the details and reasons as to how I arrived in Europe, nor the wild series of events that led me to take an impulsive overnight train from one country to another (with the intent and necessity to return back to Prague within 36 hours).What I will tell you about, are the series of surreal events and humbling images that have haunted my mind since. I left the city of a thousand gothic churches to visit a city of pain, triumph and strength. It was my destiny, intended or otherwise, to view the graves and monuments of Holocaust victims adorned in Berlin. The next 18 hours were a blur of emotions and visions and realizations that struck me harder than any physical blow--staring out the window of the train, I visited snowy mountaincaps and wistful rivers, nursing the pride of country folk and danced with pale concrete images that seared their silent screams into my dreams.
My point?
Blanka Stratford's book, "Years Becoming" is only the second such haunting existence engraved in my mind. To read her book is to live it. To live it, is to delve into a world of orderly madness, and to delve into a world of orderly madness is to truly immerse oneself in a surreal existence where the laws of nature are defined not by physics but by raw human emotion. I've known Blanka for several years, so it was difficult for me to peel back layer after layer of her soul--bared for the world to see--in this literary work; and even more difficult for me to write an objective review.
She has defined herself as a modern J.D. Salinger, and while her version of Holden Caulfield is not as idyllic, it is far more real. There is neither rhyme nor reason to explain her actions, nor is there an explanation for why she turned out the way she did. There does not need to be. We, as human beings, exist because we are. We love, we kiss, we hate, we cheat, we dream, we hope, we run, we cry, and we LIVE. Many of us are caught up in the world of emotions and react. We ride this passenger train to some destination, while observing and digesting the sights of mountains and rivers, of cities and farms, of dazzling starlight and comforting village lights that kiss our mind's eye and engrave into our memory. And during this ride, we smile, we laugh, we sulk, we think, we sleep, we cringe, we roll our eyes and we exist. We live encapsulated within one world, as another is projected upon us from the outside-in.
Blanka's book--tinged with chapter after chapter of raw pain, dark humor, and naked objectivism, is a celebration of life itself. It is a glowing campfire that seeks to roar like an angry red dragon, snaking itself along a wooded hillside. When reading this book, be prepared to be caught up in a cacophony of emotions and self-questioning. The true value of this book, is not about understanding her life per se, but understanding YOUR life.
Matthew Arnold once said that Sophocles's understanding of human misery was brought upon by the endless ebbing and flowing of the Aegean. There is no endless ebbing here, nor is there a testimonial to pain and misery. Rather, we have a testimonial to hope and life and light and strength. Here, is pride etched in black font, on paper. Here, is strength of character, from her first word to last. Here, as Matthew Arnold so sought desperately to conceptualize and comprehend, is his "Sea of Faith."
The book deals with Blanka's life, after her military discharge and desperate descent into a world of love--her conceptualized world of love--as she tries frantically to lead the life of a proud, young person beset with ennui and conquered challenges. It follows her fragility and core strength as she deals with one blow after another, until she has lost everything that she held dear. In doing so, she finds a greater strength and purpose in herself, and challenges herself to imprint a view of her life onto those around her. This is a journey that transcends time and space; a chaotic naked roiling ball of literary Big Bangs and violent, turbulent passions unraveled for your literary pleasure. It is not her life this book is necessarily about, but a fragment of yours embedded in her actions.
Welcome to "Years Becoming," the beginning of perhaps your last major journey.
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Years Becoming The Novelized Memoir of a Veteran Harlot eBook Stratford Blanka K Reviews
Excellent book from a talented writer!
This book will keep you turning pages. You will be on the print equivalent of the edge of your seat. Tension on every page and raw emotion, sizzling passion...and love as deep and as pure, candleight romance, as it is trashy and treacherously delicious smothered in unquenchable desire...an impossible dream as love, lust, and wars swirling into an unpredictable storm that's anything but perfect. It's terminal but without it life is a to do list of responsible adults, "healthy and sterile" relationships. Literally in a war zone. The Harlot whose physical form is a tiger clawing at the ragged threaths, desparately trying to escape the army issue field dress she thought she could hide herself in. She'd be just another one of the boys- drink, cuss, dangle a lethal sidearm along with her camera, and bang the hot girls whose guys are back in the States wondering. But she can't hide, her eyes won't let. Her crisp and clear waves of blue and green revealing a soul resting in the ashes of yesterday and tomorrow, a sillouette framed in blood blazing whiskey. Even the love-wariest of battle-hardened warriors can't resist the angelic quality that cannot be concealed even by her beauty when she steps out of the uniform and into nothing, becoming someone else.. or maybe just becomes someone. Her crown of golden silk no longer flowing across her soft narrow shoulders. She chopped it off, a crew cut... but no one notices. No one notices she is just like everyone else... because she's not. She can love a man, but she needs a woman- not just any woman. It isn't the feminine form of her lover's skin or the tenderness of her bosom anymore than the man she shared herself would grasp for the chizeled granite of his fellow or tremble for the unnatural carnality of submission. Like sour mash, the taste of her lover sweetens with the effect, a sensational theme that ripples across multiple layers throughout the book. The more you read, the more compelling the story becomes. The twists and turns are not artificial. Love, war, mystery, and suspense- all with a reason, a real reason. a gym wating to be discovered if the reader dares. No cliche'to be found here, and this book is definitely not about the trials and tribulations of taking a walk on the wild side. This is marathon run at a sprinters pace about the trials and tribulations of being human in a world spinning into a sterile oblivion. A desperate race into the haze of what may be the last place where love and passion can still coexist- the warzone. A literary journey that lingers long after the final page of the book is turned and the real journey begins.
I had the privilege of meeting the author while on a trip to the United States and I fell in love with her. There is a profound intellect about her that carries on to her writing, which is sound and mature for that of a young writer. Listening to Blanka speak about her first novel "Years Becoming," I was immediately struck with curiosity over how a well-educated and ambitious woman such as herself was able to get caught in the web of lies and alibis that constitute that portion of her life and memoir. Having finished reading the entire work, I can now see that it takes a great amount of heart and (yes) a little bit of craziness to perform feats such as standing up for one's belief and sacrificing one's career for love.
The novel reads extremely well, and follows her (as the narrator) through a series of exploits in New York City that test her determination to be a writer and denote both her strengths and weaknesses as a human being. Blanka writes openly and honestly about topics that others would only tip-toe around. She is not afraid of pointing out truths about her own indignation and capacity for destruction, and that sets her above and beyond those social and political writers who point fingers everywhere else except at themselves.
I sincerely hope that this author does not give up on her dream and that she will one day be recognized for the talents she possesses in her field.
In 1998, it cost me exactly $38 dollars to travel on an overnight rail train from Prague, Czech Republic to Berlin, Germany. I was young, full of youthful arrogance, pride, and the sort of adopted ennui that only a young college student who has conquered his dim view of the world could manifest. I won't bore you with the details and reasons as to how I arrived in Europe, nor the wild series of events that led me to take an impulsive overnight train from one country to another (with the intent and necessity to return back to Prague within 36 hours).
What I will tell you about, are the series of surreal events and humbling images that have haunted my mind since. I left the city of a thousand gothic churches to visit a city of pain, triumph and strength. It was my destiny, intended or otherwise, to view the graves and monuments of Holocaust victims adorned in Berlin. The next 18 hours were a blur of emotions and visions and realizations that struck me harder than any physical blow--staring out the window of the train, I visited snowy mountaincaps and wistful rivers, nursing the pride of country folk and danced with pale concrete images that seared their silent screams into my dreams.
My point?
Blanka Stratford's book, "Years Becoming" is only the second such haunting existence engraved in my mind. To read her book is to live it. To live it, is to delve into a world of orderly madness, and to delve into a world of orderly madness is to truly immerse oneself in a surreal existence where the laws of nature are defined not by physics but by raw human emotion. I've known Blanka for several years, so it was difficult for me to peel back layer after layer of her soul--bared for the world to see--in this literary work; and even more difficult for me to write an objective review.
She has defined herself as a modern J.D. Salinger, and while her version of Holden Caulfield is not as idyllic, it is far more real. There is neither rhyme nor reason to explain her actions, nor is there an explanation for why she turned out the way she did. There does not need to be. We, as human beings, exist because we are. We love, we kiss, we hate, we cheat, we dream, we hope, we run, we cry, and we LIVE. Many of us are caught up in the world of emotions and react. We ride this passenger train to some destination, while observing and digesting the sights of mountains and rivers, of cities and farms, of dazzling starlight and comforting village lights that kiss our mind's eye and engrave into our memory. And during this ride, we smile, we laugh, we sulk, we think, we sleep, we cringe, we roll our eyes and we exist. We live encapsulated within one world, as another is projected upon us from the outside-in.
Blanka's book--tinged with chapter after chapter of raw pain, dark humor, and naked objectivism, is a celebration of life itself. It is a glowing campfire that seeks to roar like an angry red dragon, snaking itself along a wooded hillside. When reading this book, be prepared to be caught up in a cacophony of emotions and self-questioning. The true value of this book, is not about understanding her life per se, but understanding YOUR life.
Matthew Arnold once said that Sophocles's understanding of human misery was brought upon by the endless ebbing and flowing of the Aegean. There is no endless ebbing here, nor is there a testimonial to pain and misery. Rather, we have a testimonial to hope and life and light and strength. Here, is pride etched in black font, on paper. Here, is strength of character, from her first word to last. Here, as Matthew Arnold so sought desperately to conceptualize and comprehend, is his "Sea of Faith."
The book deals with Blanka's life, after her military discharge and desperate descent into a world of love--her conceptualized world of love--as she tries frantically to lead the life of a proud, young person beset with ennui and conquered challenges. It follows her fragility and core strength as she deals with one blow after another, until she has lost everything that she held dear. In doing so, she finds a greater strength and purpose in herself, and challenges herself to imprint a view of her life onto those around her. This is a journey that transcends time and space; a chaotic naked roiling ball of literary Big Bangs and violent, turbulent passions unraveled for your literary pleasure. It is not her life this book is necessarily about, but a fragment of yours embedded in her actions.
Welcome to "Years Becoming," the beginning of perhaps your last major journey.
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