When a Picture Launches a Story #2
Mr. Miller looked out the window and swore. It was a Friday night, and his teenage neighbors were out carousing in the village again. “Martha,” he yelled. “Make sure you […]
Mr. Miller looked out the window and swore. It was a Friday night, and his teenage neighbors were out carousing in the village again. “Martha,” he yelled. “Make sure you […]
This is rather nice: Wiki’s video unit has assembled a list of its nine favorite “fish out of water” novels. My sophomore novel Buddhaland Brooklyn, now in development as a […]
Zürich, Switzerland, where I grew up, from 10 months old until age 16, when I fled its confines for Sarah Lawrence College in Bronxville, New York. Deutsche Bank has just […]
When Eros shoots his arrow, you have no choice but to fall hopelessly in love. That’s what happened to me the other night when I went to an event at […]
For all you good and loyal folk who follow my scribbles, a little gift in the form of a wine tip: The 2014 Evel Douro by Real Companhia Velha, from […]
When I was a boy, my father used to tell me how he sneakily fished for salmon in the shadow of Francisco Franco in 1950s Spain. That tale became the […]
I saw this work at the stunning Jean-Michel Basquiat exhibit at The Brant Foundation in New York. My instant reaction: This must be what it feels like inside Donald Trump’s […]
Big Bar in Los Feliz, Los Angeles. Story lead: “No one knew for sure what he spiked his tea with, but it sure wasn’t anything sweet. Tea made him mean.”