I’m a writer, or at least I do some writing on the side. My mind is immersed in words, in language. I’m a talker too, a bit of a big mouth. My life is a little like Mr. Bennet’s in Pride & Prejudice, the father with all girls who likes to tease them and their mother
Mira used to draw pictures of the devil. When she wasn’t making sketches involving her vision of satan, she would draw monsters and witches or vivd scenes of flesh eating zombies. Mira wasn’t afraid of her creations and she wasn’t afraid of me.
A Truly Lousy Day
As a child of the Depression (the real one), who’d gone to cut-rate neighborhood dentists when a kid, drill buzzing away, no anesthetics, pain while helpless in the chair, going to the dentist would always be an ordeal
The Wounded Swallow
John Wayne Marshall had been dead four weeks before his neighbors had reported him missing.
Virginia Woolf in the Flesh
Before she began her day’s work Virginia Woolf began to write painstakingly yet in a beautiful old-fashioned script in her diary...
It’s the Vernal Equinox in Manhattan. Purple shadows stick to everything in sight as the sun sinks at the far edge of West 42nd Street. “Shorty” Walker wobbles forward and back trying to escape from his shadow, but sinks right back into it, like an animal trapped in a tar pit.
Buying the House
Tim opened his eyes, saw sunlight slanting through the blinds and knew what he’d be doing that Saturday... searching for their first house in the suburbs
Burning in the rain
It is too cold to swim but she takes his hand. It is beach weather but it is still too cold to swim. She knows she is being brave at this point; even her rage is poetic as she feels the world, her world and the information in it blackening around her
On Editing a Novel
I approached my own edit with alacrity, but not without some professional interest
Reinventing Collapse: The Soviet Experience and American Prospects, 2nd edition by Dmitry Orlov,
Reinventing Collapse by Dmitry Orlov is a welcome addition to "doomer" literature about societal collapse. Imagine NPR's Andrei Codrescu introducing a dystopian future and working the laughs. That's some sense of what's in store when you read Orlov's upbeat narrative with its engaging black humor
Director: Roland Emmerich
Paul Valentine review
As expected, a worthy number of the great and the good, albeit not wholly intelligent men of letters, have responded to this film with ‘tags’ ranging from ‘utterly outrageous’, to ‘preposterous’. More fool them.