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September 26, 2008 David Anderson 2547 Kents Court West Sacramento, CA 95691 dave.anderson@wavecable.com 707-290-7238 Cell Mr. Laurence J. Kirshbaum LJK Literary Management, LLC. 708 Third Ave, 16th Floor New York, NY 10017 Dear Mr. Kirshbaum: “The Song of Lazarus” is a gritty love story of insurmountable loss, tested faith, and redemption that speaks from beyond the grave. Set against the underbelly of Chicago high-society, it is a nontraditional Romeo and Juliet styled romance ...

September 19, 2008 David Anderson 2547 Kents Court West Sacramento, CA 95691 dave.anderson@wavecable.com 707-290-7238 Cell Ms: Susanna Einstein LJK Literary Management, LLC. 708 Third Ave, 16th Floor New York, NY 10017 Dear Ms. Einstein; “The Song of Lazarus” is a character and plot driven romance set against the underbelly of Chicago high-society. It is roughly 130,000 words. The main character is a hard-edged, sensitive, and highly intelligent young man named Dave Massinger. Ma...

Looking for and finding love where all I find is you Beginning with and ending with the time I spent with you. I softly sift the memories torn between old longings and the hope for something new. I find that time is soothing, On the shores where I reside Where memories are like the sand And are taken by the tide.

On the very first night of the season’s very first horseshow, after making me wait for it for over a year, Claire finally got around to having sex with me. According to her, it was the consummation of a long, loving, and remarkably beautiful relationship, but, during the entire time, no matter what kind of spin she put on it, I still felt like one of those dumb-assed park dogs with a biscuit balanced on its nose. I could just hear her say…Wait for it…Wait for it…Good boy. That bitch. During t...

Prologue: Chicago, this city with its broad shoulders, seethes within me. I am dipped in the ink of it, but instead of leaching into me from the outside, it radiates out from deep within. Inside me, like a fetus, it is the return “ping” on my cosmic sonar which locks me into place and defines me. With its poor western and south-side neighborhoods, it is both the rhythm and melody to this the most American of tunes. It, with its pushy pot-bellied old men who in an instant of bad temper rail ag...

Chapter 1: The Song of Hagar “Take what you can, but don’t get caught. For God’s sake, don’t get caught.” Those were the watchwords; those were its by-laws. And here I was, like some poor pathetic fool caught right in the act, inescapably on the hook for it. It seemed as if I’d never learned a goddamned thing. Run. Just run, I thought. Since I didn’t need telling twice, I turned and flew down the steps. The street was just a few feet away when someone behind me shouted, “Stop.” But I didn’t s...

Chicago, this city with its broad shoulders, surges within me. I am dipped in the ink of it, but instead of leaching into me from the outside, it radiates out from deep within. Inside me, like a fetus, it is the return “ping” on my cosmic sonar which locks me into place and defines me. With its poor western and south-side neighborhoods, it is the rhythm to the most American of tunes. With its pushy pot-bellied old men who drink away weekend nights in their neighborhood bars who rail against f...

Chicago, this city with its broad shoulders, seethes within me. I am dipped in the ink of it, but instead of leaching into me from the outside, it radiates out from deep within. It is part of me. Inside of me like a fetus, it is the return “ping” on my cosmic sonar which locks me into place and defines me. And it is the single lens through which I understand my world. With its poor western and south-side neighborhoods, it beats out the measures to the most basic of American tunes. It, with it...