It's funny how just a name conjures the drama.
Or maybe not.
Charlie November, the hard boiled ladies man in a noir crime inveiglement, wherein our protagonist woos hapless haughty dames and confounds vile villains.
Or is Charlie November the awkward 11 year old in a Burtonesque jangly and oddly angled coming of age yarn, awash with spawling colors, jibing animals and a mismatched misfit love story.
Charlie Novemeber stands on Alpha IV, squinting across the glaring tundra, watching the hoofed gorilla herd approaching ominously, their spears glinting in the sunslight.
Wait, maybe Charlie is a woman. She's pretty? Ugly?