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...

Change of Venue

I am adopting a change of venue for my next novel, The Friends of Harry Braham. Instead of picking a European capital in which to set the action, I am sticking close to home. New York City and rural New Jersey will be the setting. As for the timing of the story, it...

The Friends of Harry Braham

Several books ago I left Harry Braham in a Zurich hotel room with his old nemesis/lover Valentina Koniev. It was the night of 7 December 1941, in Switzerland and not yet morning in Washington. For some time, I have been, like many novelists struggling with what to do...