I have been reading the most unpolicitally correct book ever! And loving it. Blue Eyes by Jerome Charyn is on tour with Tribute Books and stopped by to see me. Now I am a fan of Jerome's but it is because his writing is so varied. Every time I open a new book of his I see a new writing style...
And still Emily sat for her Mold as she called the making of the image. Emerson had called it a kind of rigor mortis when he was daguerreotyped in 1841, keeping “every finger in place with such energy that your hands became clenched for fight or despair, and in your resolution to keep your face s...
The sachems at the Education Department didn’t know what to do with Mr. Cartwright. He was much too young to retire. They couldn’t reward him with a disability pension. He wasn’t disabled. He met with lawyers and administrators at the department’s new headquarters in lower Manhattan. It was, they...
They fed him coffee and chocolate mints. The worm adored the taste of mint. Moses was asleep when they arrived at Shannon. Passengers disembarked. Then the plane took off for Dublin town. His baggage was light. He figured on two or three days to dispose of his business with Dermott Bride. They wo...
No one listened to Michael, or bothered to interrogate him, but he was the president-elect, not Sidel. The yellow bus arrived on a cargo plane the very next afternoon. But Isaac had to wait for Marilyn, Marianna, and Michael. It was near the holiday season, and Marianna would only miss nine or te...
Holden Sr. wore military boots and a sergeant’s coat. They climbed up the steps of the Palais des Papes. The palace was white, and Holden didn’t see any popes. But he saw a bridge that stopped in the middle of the water, and he wondered what a bridge like that could bring. His dad was the handsom...
MARILYN didn’t mourn her penniless state. Shuffling from Bellevue to Coen’s to the Crosby Street jail, she narrowed her problems down to the question of logistics: how could she avoid her father on her father’s turf? She sat in Bellevue with her Jewish grandmother, surrounded by bottles and tubes...
The furrier had been his enemy while Holden worked for Swiss. But now there were no more alliances. Bronshtein had spied on Aladdin because he understood the value of Aladdin’s designer, Nick Tiel. Nick had been the Michelangelo of the fur market before he went insane. Swiss had his own dividend ...