"The Violin Player" is the story of a wealthy Chicago trader, Walt Sumner, whose idyllic family life is shattered by a phantom stalker.
It is my one-and-only attempt to write a mainstream best seller. The book won the Mayhaven Award for Fiction ten years ago.
Let’s not mince words, shall we? MOTHERHOOD is a form of MENTAL ILLNESS!!!
Walt walked out to the sidewalk and turned to face the apartment building. He stood and looked up into the feathery snow, thought he saw a slight parting of curtains. He waved, feeling a strange and solitary peace steal over him. The peace of selfless detachment, the peace of cosmic absurdity understood. The peace of standing outside an architectural embarrassment of an apartment building in a flurry of late autumn snow performing an anonymous audition for the coveted role of himself.
We’re not so different, you and me. We’re not! Don’t tell me you have never in your lonely bed late at night fantasized about murdering your wife or husband or boss or neighbor and not so quick and painless either, taking your sweet time, promising you’ll stop if they will just utter those magic words. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. It’s all my fault and none of yours. But they never do, do they? Oh, they’ll SAY it - a filet knife dipped in lye is a stellar negotiating tool - but you can tell they don’t really mean it.
Causes John Knoerle Supports
Paralyzed Veterans of America
St. Labre Indian School