Some Literary Profundity….

….courtesy of Twitter: @AdviceToWriters: Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth. KHALED HOSSEINI Hmm. Is it? Do “lies” ever actually reveal “truth”? I see it rather more this way: If your fiction is the act of weaving a series of untruths, it’s ultimately a lie. […]

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The Algonquin

I like football/soccer, but I’m not particularly grabbed by Brazil v. Croatia (which is on now). Done writing for the day too. So how about a quick post unrelated to the World Cup? In case you somehow haven’t noticed, I’m a massive Mad Men fan. πŸ™‚ If you watch it too, you may have noticed […]

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Write! Write! Write!

Earlier, in response to a post by Cas Blomberg at her excellent novelist blog, yeh, maybe I got a bit carried away. πŸ˜‰ But I think my reply ramble is worth reproducing here in full: Cas, that is a stonking good post. Much of what you write sounds familiar – especially the rewriting and β€œfixing […]

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Splits-ville?

The parents are now returned to Pennsylvania. I’m pretty sure they still have no clue what I’ve been up to. I know this because, if they did, they’d question me. (Believe me, restraint is not my mother’s strong suit.) Ah, the “fun” of writing under a “pen name.” πŸ˜‰ So, house guests gone, calm returns […]

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In Kinderhook

In “I Love NY” TV ads, Hyde Park gets mentioned regularly. FDR, FDR, FDR. Always, FDR…. Yesterday, we visited the estate of the first, and thus far only, U.S. president not to have spoken English as his first language. (His was Dutch.) About an hour and a half north of Hyde Park, President Martin Van […]

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Travels With Pets

It’s Sunday. After D-Day’s seriousness, we need a break. Let’s smile a bit. πŸ™‚ My mother-in-law loves to declare, “The French are so civilised. They love their dogs.” Indeed we notice there is much less fuss about our four legged friends there than we often see towards dogs in Britain and America. “No Dogs Allowed” […]

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Normandy, 70 Years Ago

Seventy years ago today, the Allied liberation of Western Europe began. The first paratroops had jumped in shortly after midnight, and soldiers rushed ashore on the various Normandy beaches starting around 6:30 AM. On a stretch near a small town called Saint-Laurent-sur-Mer, on what was codenamed “Omaha Beach,” Captain Richard Merrill, 2nd Ranger Battalion, remembered: […]

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Afternoon In The Catskills

A view of Windham Mountain, in upstate New York, just after 3:30pm Thursday, local time: You know that bit on Euronews where they do that video offered with “No Comment” thing? That. Uh, sorta. πŸ™‚ I’ve suffered from occasionally absolutely cracking headaches since I was a teen. I’ve never really understood why: they have no […]

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“As a reader, which do you prefer?”

I had a light bulb go on over my head first thing this morning. And, no, it wasn’t because I’d turned a lamp on that happened to be behind me. πŸ˜‰ Rather, an idea hit me about the in-progress sequel: Should it be two volumes? Passports is nearly 400 pages and a complete novel. Unexpectedly, […]

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The Outsiders

The New York Times, being the New York Times: Britain’s New Immigrants, From Romania and Bulgaria, Face Hostilities I write “being the New York Times” because the piece chatters, but ultimately leads nowhere. It tells us nothing essentially new about the migration issue itself. Nor does it offer any suggestion of a way to diminish […]

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