Humour Parodies Books

"With subtle humor and a charming regional voice, James Rhodes cleverly crafts a story of vengeance, mystery and witchcraft. Deftly weaving the ordinary and supernatural Rhodes leads readers along a path strewn with dreary workaday details offset by exciting glimpses of an otherworld that threatens to destroy the safety of the mundane."

-Kirsten Imani Kasai, Author: Ice Song, Tattoo, Del Rey Books

Gary Turlough is falling deeper into his post-graduate slump as each day goes by. He is in a dead-end job with no prospects and, following a slight indiscretion with a local goth, his girlfriend is one more mistake away from heading back to New Zealand. Life in the small village of Hettford would be tough enough without the spirits of two 18th Century witches plotting to kill his only two friends.

Milton and Dan are the real ale drinking hill-walkers of witch hunting: Nobody may believe them, nobody may reward them and they might not ever accomplish very much but nonetheless they remain devoted to their cause. With a slick sitcom format this novel is a must have for fans of paranormal comedy.

SERIES TWO: Available now!

*Romance Mystery Short Story! Inspired by the style of Sir A. Conan Doyle

Thee Woman was none other than the irrepressible Miss Irene Adler. Her first love affair was a summer tryst with a young nobleman. It promised to be an affair to end all affairs. But when duty called, the future king chose to break her heart. So Irene swore to him, "If you try to marry any other woman... I will ruin you."

How can they live happily ever after? Find out!

Connor Stodge is a normal 19 year old American, with abnormal bowel problems and a best friend called Quentin who is a bag full of spare pants and laxatives, who just sort of looks like a Quentin.

Connor's existence is a painful and disgusting one until he meets similarly-afflicted heartthrob September Loose, and his world is flushed with change. Pun intended.

Together the pair travel to the only restaurant in Paris, bother a recluse they have no business contacting, and learn the truth about love, life, spicy food, cucumbers and portion control.

The Fault In Our Arse is a tongue-in-cheek parody of the #1 New York times Bestseller, The Fault In Our Stars.

I am a ghost writer.

In life, I was a "radical lesbian feminist."

I was one of the leading voices of the feminist and Women's Rights movement of the Twentieth Century. The work that I started is still being carried out today by the millions of feminists I inspired over the years.

I broke new ground by exploring the idea of women finding personal fulfillment outside of their traditional roles. I helped advance the Women's Rights movement. As an icon in the Women's Rights movement, I did more than write about confining gender stereotypes--I became a force for change. I fought for abortion rights. I wanted women to have a greater role in the political process.

In 1999, I left Tammany College after a male student dressed as a woman threatened suit when I denied "her" a place in my class on Feminist Ethics. I had long limited enrollment in my Advanced Women's Studies classes to birthed women only maintaining that the presence of men there would inhibit frank discussion.

You know how I feel about men who attempt to become women without having the experience of growing up and suffering as women all their lives.

You know my credentials: Before obtaining my two doctorates in Sacred Theology and Existential Phenomenology from Olinger University, I received my B.A. with honors in English from Our Lady of the Flowers Seminary, my M.A. in Philosophy from The Papal College of Saints in Rome, and my D.Litt. in Renaissance Literature [in the first column] from Hudson University.

I taught classes at Olinger University from 1977 to 2009 including classes in feminist theology, feminist ethics, and deplorable patriarchy.

In Meditations on Radical Feminism (1988), I showed how men throughout history have used, oppressed, brutalized, vandalized, humiliated, tortured, raped, beaten, castrated, murdered, stoned, mutilated, and beheaded women. I moved beyond my previous thoughts on the history of patriarchy to focus on the actual practices that, in my view, perpetuate patriarchy--which I consider a horrific, disorganized religion.

My Pure Heat: Elemental Sexual Philosophy (1999) introduced and explored an alternative language to explain the processes of exorcism, witchcraft, and ecstasy. I provided definitions as well as chants to be used by women to free themselves from patriarchal oppression. I also explored the labels that patriarchal society places on women to prolong what I see as the male domination of society. You may remember I said that it is the role of women to reject the debilitating labels such as "hag," "witch," "bitch," "bag lady," "whore," "fat," "dumb," and "lunatic." And I described in great detail my conversations with aZazelo, the Moon Goddess.

I define patriarchy as "a society manufactured and controlled by males"--The Fatherland. A society in which every legitimate institution is entirely in the hands of males and a few selected henchwomen. A society that is characterized by oppression, repression, depression, narcissism, cruelty, racism, classism, ageism, speciesism, objectification, sadomasochism, necrophilia, and the rest--a joyless society ruled by the Godfather, the Son, and the Roly Poly Ghost; a society fixated on proliferation, purgation, and perversion--bent on the destruction of all life.

We live in a profoundly anti-female society, a misogynistic "civilization" in which men collectively victimize women, attacking us as personifications of their own paranoid fears, as The Enemy. Within this society it is men who rape, who sap women's energy, who deny women economic and political power.

I hate them.

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