In the eighties, a Manson murder obsessive by the name of Bill Nelson befriended Sharon Tate’s mother, Doris Tate, who then agreed to a taped interview. The interview, called “Doris Tate – In Her Own Words” is rarely seen and only [...]
Pick on every man, Play on every minute, Pull out every move. Police officially end manhunt. Police officer enters madhouse. Parent’s opinions end misery. People offend educated monkey. Poet openly executes muse. Psychologist openly executes mother. Plenty of early mothers. Price [...]
The journalistic phraseology of the title ‘In The Light Of What We Know’ suggests that this will be a novel of discovery where the reader comes to a fuller understanding of the world. This expectation is undermined in the very first [...]
Pick a card, any card. “That must be uncomfortable,” says Alice, indicating with her eyes the elaborate construction of chains and restraints that binds the swollen body. “Oh, that! I hardly notice it any more. One learns [...]
Original Art by Steve Poulacheris - Copyright © 2019 Took an afternoon nap and had a peculiar dream about my father in outer space. It's quite a long story. It's good, though. We were both working on a project. [...]
By E.M. Forster Few things have been more beautiful than my note book on the Deist Controversy as it fell downward through the waters of the Mediterranean. It dived, like a piece of black slate, but opened soon, disclosing leaves of [...]
People sometimes ask, for fun at a bar, or boredom on a long journey, a silly question. “Gun to the head – Lose your sight or lose your hearing?” My answer was always hearing. I can live without bad music in [...]
By J.B. Priestley There is one certain characteristic of contemporary literature which everyone must have remarked, but to which it is very difficult to give a name. It is straining language to call it this or that quality; yet a name [...]
He was a young man and not in his right mind. Other than that, he wasn’t sure of anything. The skin on his hands was wrinkle-free, white as no-fat milk, two heads taller than the cars rolling past, and his scratchy [...]
December 28, 1999 L.A. Dear P_____, Here I am on a train, double-decker type, sign called Los Angeles by my window, two seats by myself, half-empty train with folks less anxious than a plane, and I've decided to write this train [...]