The Flamethrowers by Rachel Kurschner

May 6, 2014

Got this book on a long stop at LAX, flying from Mexico to Australia. I read it during my fourteen hour flight, on my friend’s house, on the train, on the beach, on my new apartment. And I loved it!

A wonderful story about the New York art world of the seventies; about love, motorcycles and freedom. All narrated through the lens of the most ordinary, yet interesting girl on a motorcycle.

I was inspired by this new heroine. Her strength, openness and her commitment to express her voice on a very loud world. Felt identified with her curiosity about the world and her impulse to move forward in new challenges with an almost addictive need of constant movement. Her love of art and ability to stitch it to everyday life.

It was kind of Déjà Vu, reading passages about Piazza Navona and the Colosseum in Rome, Florence, Milan. Having my own set of memories in those places and adding them to that story.

Amazing read. I want to recommend this book to everyone I know. You can get it here. My copy stays safe at home.

Quotes from The Flamethrowers:

The two things I loved where drawing and speed, and in skiing I had combined them. It was drawing in order to win.

I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.

Threats are for people who aren’t willing to risk anything.

You can’t feel a crowd in an emptiness. That had been my thought in the Colosseum.

It wasn’t just transportation, it was an experience. I was a girl on a motorcycle. And I finally discovered what was behind the green door.

Maybe a person is a tainted magnet and nothing is by chance.

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