BOOK REVIEWS
Review by Jaime Pina
Vadge Moore - My life after the Dwarves
★
Babiazna Publishing
In the first book of a proposed trilogy, Vadge Moore discussed his days playing drums in one of the wildest Rock N’ Roll bands out there. Upon leaving The Dwarves he found himself in a relationship he was not really into and had a drinking problem that would have killed most people. This new release is a few less pages than the first book but it is twice as harrowing.
The book starts out with Moore admitting his need to have alcohol ready for him on his nightstand so he could have a drink the minute he awoke. He then goes on to discuss living in a building with a bar/restaurant that he would visit regularly and how he once projectile vomited all over the bar but since he was such a good customer it was cleaned up and the proprietor continued to serve him more drinks. This is pretty serious stuff and without the band in the picture to add some levity to the proceedings it gets very heavy when compared to the previous tome. But that is just the beginning. Moore hits bottom several times, sometimes quite spectacularly, and his confessions get quite hairy. When asked about concerns with sharing such highly personal anecdotes, Moore makes it clear he does not give a fuck. “I wasn’t concerned about it a bit. In both books, I simply related what happened to the best of my ability,” he explains. “I’ll do the same with the final book as well.”
Moore relates stories about his deep alcohol problem but at the same time he is keeping up on his reading and learning from authors like Aleister Crowley and Kenneth Grant. Eventually he will use rituals from the books he has read not only to help him beat alcohol but it would lead to him getting into a stable relationship. The book also works as a bit of a travelogue as Moore travels around the United States meeting women, drinking and also going to rehab.
And what can we expect from the third book in this trilogy? “The third will cover my life from birth to my joining The Dwarves,” he says. “Luckily, my older sister is still alive to fill me in on my very early years. Otherwise, I’d be pretty hard-pressed to recall my infancy.”