This was a great story – a combination of historical fiction, time-traveling fantasy, and a psychological portrait of a depressed and dejected man who is in an unfulfilling career. As a marginally successful painter for commercial art and magazine ads, Chaz Wilmot nonetheless recognizes that he ...
Contrary to what you may have heard, the life of a book reviewer is not unending adventure. It's lots of speed-reading and sitting around in your bathrobe, trying to finish the next review while scouring the cupboard for more chocolate chips and wondering if that mole on your shoulder is looking ...
This is a new addition to my shelf. I've read it once before, and on this second read I realized it was one I would want to read again and that I would want to read it again whenever I wanted (meaning I don't want to wait till its available at the library) so I bought it. On one level it is a sup...
said Krebs. “Franco will drive you to the Ciampino airport; the jet you came on is fueled and waiting and you should be back at your desk in Madrid”—he checked his wristwatch—“no more than four hours after you left. A long siesta, but not unknown in Madrid, I believe.” Salinas smiled and shook ha...
Walking wounded began arriving at Bois Fleury shortly after Marie-Ange had settled the stricken peasants in her own bedroom, and when she saw these wretched men and realized that there would be many more in the same state or worse, she sprang into action with her characteristic energy and resolve...
When she got out of the van with the others, a sicario stepped up, demanded the handbags of the three women, and dumped their contents on the ground. There came a shout. A huge man strode across the street and berated the bag-spiller in colorful language, the burden of which was that the Templos ...
After a while, a Florida Power and Light van rolled up and parked across the street. Two men in hard hats and harnesses emerged who, despite this apparatus, did not visibly engage themselves in improving the flow of electricity. Paz waved to them and was ignored. Perhaps they would fool a primiti...
I didn’t even have to look at the number there on the little cell-phone screen, I just said, “Mom.” Next to me, my not-really-girlfriend, Gloria, heaved over and jammed a pillow on her head and said nasty stuff about people calling in the middle of the night. I ignored this and added, “Anything w...