I am a member of the Lotos Club in Manhattan, a literary club celebrated for having Mark Twain as its most famous member. Apparently he had spent many happy hours with fellow members there in his declining years. A few years ago at Lotos event, we were regaled by James Humes, a distinguished professor, historian, Pulitzer […]
Amid all the abrasive and conflicting arguments prompted by the so-called torture report released by Senator Feinstein, I am baffled by the absence of the crucial, indispensable question that never entered into the conversation, pro or con. That question is simply why those men who were chosen to endure water-boarding never reacted to other less […]
Roderick Thorp was part of a small group of novelists who came together on a monthly basis in the late eighties in Los Angeles to chew the fat. Rod had made a breakthrough success at the age of twenty-seven with the novel The Detective, which became a very successful movie starring Frank Sinatra. Rod’s novel […]
Screenwriter and novelist Alex McAulay has been chosen to write a second screenplay for Grey Eagle Productions‘ upcoming production of CULT, based on the novel penned by THE WAR OF THE ROSES author Warren Adler. Alex McAulay is also writing the screenplay for THE WAR OF THE ROSES: THE CHILDREN, the long-awaited sequel to the […]
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EVEN HERE, MARIA THOUGHT, a pebble’s throw from the grimy once-ornate facade of the Egyptian Museum, the fetid stew of Cairo in July hung in the air, noxious and unhealthy. From the car she could see shimmering thermal patterns, like ghostly dervishes, whirling through the late-afternoon falluca traffic on the river. Joey’s rubber ball made […]
From where I sat within the screened-in porch, I could see them emerging in the distance through the heavy amber mist. They walked beside an angry sea, a churning mass of whitecaps gliding toward the beaches with ends like frazzled lace. They were two barely discernible human shapes, man and woman, floating in my frame […]
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