I remember exactly when I fell in love with books. I remember the book, too; it was Smiling Jack Escapes from Devil’s Island . At least I think that was…
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Ryan’s zits can barely be discerned in the screen glow from the 20-inch monitor. He peers into it with an intense gaze of concentration; his wrist muscles flexing beneath…
Oh when the saints go marchin’ in Oh Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marchin’ in Aside from his concern about the “dictatorship of…
One hears and reads a good deal these days about how fundamentalist hate-mongering Muslims are taking over Islam, and how we must battle them and help pacific Muslims purge them…
There’s a photograph that I can recall very vividly, although I haven’t seen it since I was a young boy. In it, my Uncle Nick Bianchi is standing in…
I have often wondered what the role is of “style” in human experience. Style really seems unnecessary. At first it appears to derive from an impulse to be different ,…
I often imagine our prehistoric ancestors, sitting around a campfire, the scary night only yards from its periphery of illumination. Beyond, in the inky dark were strange sounds, calls…
All novels have a bit of biography in them. But some are suspiciously very biographical. Samini Ali’s biographical information – a Muslim Indian woman raised in both India…
If you have any Republican friends left (Yes, I do, and some of then might be reading this) and the very term “Republican friends” doesn’t seem these days like a…
It has to be no great revelation that sci fi flicks about aliens must really be about the abiding problem that the human race has with itself – we humans…