Peter Weissman's Writings
From Digging Deeper
This is how my second nonfiction novel begins: In the morning, when the alarm went off, I'd pad into the bathroom, splash cold water on my face, brush my teeth; a creature of long ingrained habit. Back in the studio room, I'd put on a T-shirt, then the white shirt, or maybe the pale blue one, and then the dark blue suit hanging in the otherwise empty closet, the...
excerpt from: I Think, Therefore Who Am I? Memoir of a Psychedelic Year
At some point, as the evening heated up, Richie Klein would burst in on stick figure legs, a speed freak among acid heads, and override the music and the talk with a shouted encomium to his latest mind-blowing discovery. "Einstein! Relativity! Time is space, man! Time is space!" He'd meanwhile pace back and forth in a tight line, declaiming in spasms,...
I live a quiet life in upstate New York, get cabin feverish in the winter (which lasts about five months), exercise by riding a bike and splitting wood. As a freelance copyeditor, I work out of my home for a shifting cast of major publishers, who send...