Relevance

Relevance   If you are so rash, or perhaps unhinged enough to proclaim yourself a writer you will encounter a host of critics who will judge your worth. It goes with the job and once you feel the barbs of those who call out your efforts as biased or “flat” or “not so...
Number Nine

Number Nine

Number Nine Nine seems to me to me a significant number of anything. Cats supposedly have nine lives, it takes nine months to conceive a child, there are nine months in the school year, one never heard of a cat-o-six tails – there had to be nine, Henry Hudson is said...

On Characters

Six years ago I invented a character, Harry Braham. Or more precisely, he came out of a day dream that I had while working as a consultant to financial advisors, a job that I found stultifyingly boring. In the cell-like office they kept us in while we made calls...

Vietnam – Déjà vu

Several years ago I wrote Prowler Ball – A Yankee Station Sea Story about my combat experience flying over North Vietnam at the end of the war in 1972-73. With the coming of the Ken Burns film we have been given a chance to revisit and remember those years. For those...

Whispers of Peenemünde

The Berlin – New Jersey Connection When I set out to write Whispers of Peenemünde I wanted to highlight how far the German scientists working for Hitler had gone in developing rocket weapons long before the first Wehrmacht solider crossed the Polish frontier. My...

Setbacks and Steps Forward

All of us face setbacks in life. The loss of a job, a friend betrays you, illness and a deal that falls through–all of these hit us hard. But the sudden and unexpected loss of a spouse is in an entirely different universe. I last posted to this blog a week before my...

How Can a Historical Novelist Keep Up?

I must ask the question: how can a historical novelist keep up? With the barrage of fantastic inventions purported to be alternative facts clogging the sphere of information around us, what chance does a novelist have in creating believable plots set against...

Evolving and Adapting

As I approach the downhill side of my eighth novel, The Friends of Harry Braham, I think it is time for me to move on, to evolve and adapt my stories along more current themes. Although there truly is nothing new under the sun, I live in the first quarter of the 21st...

Memory

Memory. I have been giving a lot of thought of late to memory. No, not the issue of whether I am beginning to experience senility. No, I am dealing with the odd bits of memory that become silted over with the events of each passing day until we forget about the people...

Winter

Across the street the trees, blackened branches, cast stark shadows of themselves against the houses. Snow has come and gone and the cycle of freeze and thaw has set in. Only eighty-nine more days until Spring officially arrives. The instinct to burrow down and...