I present myself on here, note my books, and share insights and bits of my writing. You may choose to read one (or more) of my books. Or you may choose not to do so.
R. J. Nello
Author: “Conventions: The Garden At Paris,” “Passports,” “Frontiers,” and “Distances.” British Airways frequent flier. Lover of the Catskill Mountains...and the 1700s. New novel of 1797-1805, "Tomorrow The Grace," due out in 2019.
I’m not a Spurs fan like a REAL Spurs fan. I do like them as a London team and enjoyed the chance to see Kane play.
He will be Sir Harry Kane someday, I’m sure.
“Remember, Remember the 5th of November” now means – thankfully – nothing in the United States.
…However (and as some of you already know), I’m a bit old-fashioned: I never really feel it’s a true book unless… it’s a BOOOOOK…
Above all, I thank you for your support over these last five years.
I write this post to vent about this because recently I have been getting *extremely* negative feedback from a family member about my author Instagram page…
In a restaurant in 1939 Germany, thirty-ish American foreign service officer “Leslie Slote” and young American twenties-something expat “Byron Henry” – who had just returned from the chaos of Poland during the German invasion weeks earlier – fall into discussing anti-Semitism…
On Saturday morning, they suggested we all head to Gloucester Quays, which is about 20 minutes’ drive from their house. It is a newish – including partially indoor – outlets shopping area in Gloucester, on the riverfront.
Authors of serious fiction can’t just roll them out to order for the holiday season. I’m not Sears… oh, wait, that may not have been the best comparison.
Nothing scares me as an author more than writing two things: sex and violence. And I was writing a bit of both yesterday. So I was a mess…
So that’s now ten “books.” As I look at that list again, I can only but smile. As if it is any surprise now about what my writing influences have been!
I had thought I was writing with them still to be around for years to come. Abruptly we had the rug pulled out from under all of us. Suddenly those novels had become, in a way, in my mind, literary tributes.
Writing is an often isolating endeavor, so opening a day, I have learned over the years, with a post on some issue that grabbed my attention, helps me clear my head and get going.
What nationality would you be if you could not be what you are? Do you ever *think* you’d like to be someone else, and from somewhere else?
Whatever else I do or write, those first three novels will always mean so much to me. They are where I began. You would not be here if it weren’t for them.