Now what? I’ve handed off my manuscript, Rolling for Coal, to a few highly capable beta readers. Part of me wants to gulp and say, Fate rests in their hands. Everything from this point on, it’s up to them. But… Read More ›
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A Hologram for the King, by Dave Eggers (A Book Review)
With much anticipation, and little patience for an electronic solution, I shelled out £21.99, plus VAT (I’m not sure what the exchange rate is today, but I think makes around one-thousand dollars), for the hard-copy release of “A Hologram for… Read More ›
The Jerk Can Write: Shopgirl (S. Martin)
I couldn’t face written pages this holiday season. But I’m back. And to get back, I started with a book that didn’t make me think. Those are the best books – the ones that make you forget you are processing… Read More ›
Pace Yourself Chippy
I hurried along the footpath from Putney Bridge station towards home, eager to flip between the stream of a Dodgers day game against the Cubs and Manchester United’s walk-a-bout over an inferior German side in UEFA action. I neared the… Read More ›
Mingle in a Cloud Nimbus
The other night I waited in a pub for my wife to finish up work. The rain was steady, and so was the grey that covered London. She was trapped on a call, and I was well into my third… Read More ›
Can You Picture Dorian Gray?
Reading a book that you do not know anything about is like watching a movie you have never heard of: either a pleasant surprise or a mere disappointment. You avoid the “let-down” since you have no real expectations, perhaps other… Read More ›
Here is Your Happy Birthday Ken Doll
When I was a kid, I used to tell my friend Kendall that I longed to read books with my Ken Doll, who can dole out kind ‘ole stories that are really ama-zon!” He joked and called Hawaiian pineapples’ siblings… Read More ›
A True Story and Sporks are Rad
“Look, mummy, no roof!” The no-more than five-year old kid could barely contain his excitement as he clutched at his mom’s purse. I looked to where he pointed and smiled when I realized what he was talking about. She was… Read More ›
Where Did I Put Angela’s Ashes?
I know I put Angela’sAshes somewhere. Come again? What was that? I am always, I think, amazed by the inconsistencies in my ability to remember. This comes to mind because for the first time since, well I’m not sure, I… Read More ›
Fulham Myself
By George, it’s George. Yes. This is me walking. Walking with my headphones on. The streets of Fulham resemble the scene in front of me. The resemblance is strong, because it is the streets I speak of that disappear behind… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 