ROBERT TOWNSEND

Robert E Townsend comes from a long line––father, grandfathers and great-grandfathers––of soldiers, American and pre-American. Slavic on his mother’s, deep-south redneck on the father's side, his parents managed money poorly and told stories well. Spare, pithy, lasting the duration of a Pall Mall cigarette, the tales were to entertain while teaching. No one is completely useless, he was told. He can always serve as a bad example. He learned that storytellers are treasured, liars are vexing and both are often one and the same. However, when the skilled liar is armed, crazed and planning Armageddon, ambiguity in matters of war and peace and life and death have vexed the earth.

His stories and novels arise from family history, fables and stories told around the kitchen table as well as his own experiences in America’s late 20th century ambiguous wars, deceptions and counter-deceptions. Fluent in Russian and German with a growing vocabulary in French, Townsend is a graduate of the University of Wisconsin (BA), studied at Freies Universitat Berlin (Certifikat), and received his MA from Georgetown University (Russian Area Studies).

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Louts, Predators and Daughters

I am a hard case for the homilists of Holy Wisdom, the Benedictine Monastery, Madison, Wisconsin, where I attend mass. I tend to zone out. However, the first reading during last...
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First Impressions and bad judgement

I work on my next novel “Resurrection” every day. My first objective is to tell a good story. My second it to get the spelling, punctuation and grammar right. Somewhere...
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The Redneck Howards

And Michelle married Nigel Howard, formerly British Army, Royal Engineers (Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD)). Think the movie Hurt Locker, the difference being the British Army does not provide metal full body armor...
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A Wedding In France

O n 10 August 2017, in Bergerac, France, my daughter, Michelle Elisabeth Townsend, married Nigel Howard. Michelle gave me 45 seconds to summarize before the assembled my impressions, recollections, hopes...
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Golden Rain, Fake New, and Dezinformatsiya

‘Fake news’ in the US 2016 Presidential election.  I have Facebook friends and relatives who repost without respite their unfiltered political or doomer or climate or religious mania.  Used to be one encountered...
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Perfume River – The storyteller and truth

The Storyteller and Truth Robert Olen Butler and Perfume River The novel is a pack of lies hounding the truth. Carlos Fuentes Robert Olen Butler is in my estimation the...
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On Bullshit: Liars and Storytellers

On Bullshit and On Truth I had long visualized the lexicon landscape between The Truth and The Lie as a continuum along which lay a rich and varied vocabulary––deception, denial, camouflage,...
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Lying: Sissela Bok

Lying: Moral Choice in Public and Private Life (Sissela Bok) deeply informs  Liars and Storytellers. I have carried a copy in backpack and briefcase for decades,  reading it cursorily now...

On Truth: Harry Frankfurt

Why am I doing this? I’ve lied and the shame burns to this day.  Someone I’ve trusted lied to me; the injury heals as slowly as a gunshot wound. I’ve...

The Name of Things

  A childhood friend on Facebook recently called me a Republican.  On our playground sixty years ago, I would have pushed her into a snow bank. I was a 'bully'...