To Whom Should I Complain?

If it looked like a fake, it was probably an accident. If it looked like an accident, it was probably a fake. For nothing about Henry Deeds was accidental; and yet, it was all fake.According to some, Henry constructed truths, made out of lies. But, according to Henry, these truths were merely grains of black and white. He saw himself as an artist with a deliberately limited palette; one that could brush a moment onto the canvas of history.Nobody sat for him; nor did he paint bowls of fruit or idyllic landscapes. Henry spent his time shooting ghosts. Not the ethereal type, but those facing certain death in the most dangerous of places.Since leaving Budapest, Henry himself had been a bit of a ghost, until he met Edith in the Spring of 1936 in a Paris café on the Boulevard Saint Germain. It was no accident.

• | Author: Robert S. Ely
• | Publisher: Independently Published
• | Publication Date: May 10, 2021
• | Number of Pages: 230 pages
• | Binding: Paperback or Softback
• | ISBN-13: 9798722610263