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Feb.08.2011
For some months now, I've been trying to solicit interest from agents and editors in a historically accurate World War II novel I've written. The novel - at least a third of it - was my master of lib arts project and had many eyes on it during its gestation. Since that time I've gleaned and...
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Feb.02.2011
If you’ve been wondering why the people of Tunisia and Egypt have risen up against their dictators and why it caught Washington with pants down, it’s because you didn’t read THE FOURTH ASSASSIN, the latest of my Palestinian crime novels.In THE FOURTH ASSASSIN, which was published exactly a year ago...
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Jan.15.2011
I end one of my novels, FAME'S VICTIM, with HM Queen Elizabeth taking a tour of a new Queen of the ocean. She is also in conversation with my main character, who is about to take the maiden voyage. She and he are pals.
New York gets a spectacle as three Cunard ships meet
By Gene...
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Dec.25.2010
The man at the pulpit says that love is radical and I agree. He says love is a gift and again, internally, I nod my head. The man gets going now and talks about loving the poor, loving your fellow human being. He starts contemplating the contents, the very make up of a gift. What is the gift of...
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Dec.08.2010
Austin in Pictures, for John Lennon
In pictures that speak I walk and listenthe streets here like the ones back home, are covered in the steps of workers and machines that claim the intersection with the ubiquitous assistance of pylons and other orange colored pieces of plastic.
The new shrubbery...
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Dec.05.2010
Theater Review: Next Wave’s Metamorphosis Is a Nightmare Worth HavingBy: Scott Brown
The brilliant Gisli Orn Gardarsson as Kafka's bug.Photo: Eddi Jonsson/BAM
What kind of vermin is Gregor Samsa, anyway? No one’s ever been able to pin it down. Late in Franz Kafka's The Metamorphosis, a charwoman...
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Nov.20.2010
For all our travels around the U.S. we had never visited New York City . . . until last September and last week. Carol suggested we celebrate our anniversary there in September. I wasn't so sure with all the people and traffic and yellow cabs. But since I'm the boss of our family as long as I do...
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Oct.13.2010
The crime novel tradition seems to have little connection to love. Maybe sometimes love in a perverse sense is the spur to the murder at the heart of most crime novels – the spurned husband killing his wife, for example. But usually the detective is a loveless loner, pining without much hope like...
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Sep.20.2010
One of those rare occasions, one in which each of the half dozen or so writers present [at Lucy Day's, 9.11.2010] attends fully to the work being read by each of the others. Each of us, so it seems to me, is fully and entirely engaged, our poems, such as they are, our offerings, fully "heard...
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Sep.11.2010
I lived in New York City in a seventh-floor walk-up and my kitchen window gave an unobstructed view of the construction of The Towers. The steel rose and I watched it rise. Part of New York. My New York. The city of can-do, the city of excitement, the city of promise.
I left New York...
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