Tuesday, April 17, 2012

An Excerpt From F. Scott Sinclair's Published Novel--Cinderella Liberty: A Novel of America.


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Warning: If you are easily shocked with regard to contrary
points of view, conspiracy theories, offensive language,
political correctness, sex, or anything else that may offend
your sensibilities or lack of open-mindedness, or if you're a
minor (but by no means limited to the aforementioned), please
do not read this novel, short story, fictional blog, or anything
else F. Scott Sinclair writes about. It's not for you...

Note: This is a work of fiction. The events described here
are imaginary: the settings, events and characters are
fictitious, and/or are the product of the author's imagination
or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events
or locales or persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2000 by Editions Duang Kamol, Ltd.

Cinderella Liberty: A Novel of America


F. Scott Sinclair

Dedicated to Thomas Jefferson who said: “I 
have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal 
hostility against every form of tyranny over 
the mind of man.”

Publisher’s Foreword

I have always admired Ms. Sylvia Beach, 
the American Publisher in Paris during the 
1920’s who helped bring into the world 
some important works by Ernest Hemingway
and James Joyce. This admiration has 
moved me to look for possible successors 
to these worthy authors in ThailandIn 
addition, I would like to help Thai writers 
to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. I 
intend to publish translations of the best 
Thai novels as well as original works by 
foreign writers.

     The novel you are about to read is 
another result of my long search. I 
hope that many more will follow.

Suk Soongswang


An Excerpt From “Cinderella Liberty: A Novel of America

                                 Interrogation Room One

The Customs officer ordered Rick Olson to spread his 
legs and lean forward with his hands against the wall. 
Rick overheard two Customs officers discussing the 
cover-up, but didn’t hear enough of the conversation 
to understand what was being said. One of the Customs 
officers became upset with the other officer when he 
saw Rick staring at them from behind the open door. 
Abruptly, he rushed over and slammed the door in Rick’s 
face. Rick was taking his shoes off and emptying his 
pockets onto the table, when the force of the banging 
door knocked his valuables onto the floor. Dazed, he 
thought: Why had they mentioned his name?

     Suddenly the door opened and Inspector Norris 
came in. “Is your name Rick Olson?”

     “That’s what my passport says,” Rick replied, tired 
of being held against his will.

     “We are in charge here, so just answer my questions 
and cut the bullshit,” Norris said, as he massaged his 
.38 caliber revolver. “Were any of your relatives on 
the plane with you?”
     “Just my wife. No blood relatives, if that’s what you mean.”

     “That’s exactly what I mean. Continue with the search 
and let Al and I know if you find anything,” Norris said, 
as he left the room.

     Rick could not figure out why his name kept coming 
up in conversations, but knowing how U.S. Customs 
operates, it couldn’t be a favorable sign. “Now sit over 
there in the corner. Put your right leg over your left,” 
said the 300 pound white Customs officer. He yanked 
Rick’s leg down towards the floor.
     After thoroughly searching Rick and his clothing, 
the black inspector stood by watching Rick being 
humiliated by this fat pervert of a Customs officer. 
Rick was so outraged by this senseless warrantless 
search that he clinched his fist, and said angrily, “I 
heard while I was out of the country that there was 
a coup against Gorbachev, but what’s your excuse? 
Was there a coup in America while I was gone? Has 
America become a Communist country? Violating 
my fucking Constitutional rights takes the damn cake. 
This country will sell its soul down the drain in order 
to stop drugs from entering the country. Let’s violate 
everybody’s Fourth Amendment rights against 
unreasonable search and seizure, just to catch a 
couple of smugglers. How many damn people do 
you search and catch with drugs on them? Not 
many is my guess! How the hell do you Gestapo 
bastards sleep at night? Fuck probable cause and 
your Gestapo tactics!”

     “Shut up, white boy,” the black officer said.

    “Don’t raise your flaky voice to me, you…,” 
Rick tried to say.

     “You white mother-fuckers have persecuted 
us black folks since this country was born. Now 
it’s our turn to kick your white asses around. We 
have the laws and the means to enforce them that 
Congress, in its infinite wisdom, has chosen to enact. 
That means trouble for you, white boy. The Supreme 
Court is our hammer. Those fuckers on the Court 
have given us their seal of approval, so there isn’t a 
mother-fucking thing you can do about it. So get 
your white ass out of here,” he said, as he slammed 
his notepad down on the desk.

     “Your methods would never withstand the scrutiny 
of a Nuremberg trial!” Rick retorted with disdain at 
the arrogant bastard’s remarks.

     “We live in America and we make world law. 
Our country tells others what to do, and we abide 
by world law if it suits our purposes. They don’t 
call us the bully of the world for nothing, and don’t 
you forget it. You, as an American citizen, have no 
more power than foreign countries do in this regard. 
The federal government dictates the terms and 
conditions of how much freedom you will or will 
not have. The Constitution is an out-of-date document 
kept around to give you bleeding heart liberals a sense 
of freedom. The general public is the servant, not the 
other way around. Go ahead, write your Congressman, 
but it won’t do you any damn good. Now get the hell 
out of here before I arrest you just for the hell of it,” 
the black officer said, pushing Rick bodily out the 

     Rick decided not to press his luck any longer. 
That inspector looked like he was about to carry out 
his implied threat. This guy could plant drugs on him, 
or the two of them could conspire together to say 
Rick had threatened them.

     “Hi, darling,” Rick said in a low voice, being in 
a state of physical and mental exhaustion.

     “What happened?” Noot asked, as she tried 
to console him. She knew that he had been through 
the mill.

     “Let’s not discuss it now, these guys aren’t in 
a friendly mood,” he said, as they departed the 
Customs area.

If you were moved by the above audio and 
the excerpt of my published novel, perhaps 
my novel "Cinderella Liberty" might suit your 
mood and needs of the moment.

"Cinderella Liberty: A Novel of America" is 
available from DCO Thai at--



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