Liar’s Path, notes on truth, working truths, and deception
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Moscow: Deception and working truth [3]
Deception in Moscow, 1961 The 'middle morass' of The Executioner's Son, that miserable time when, between the sparkling first scenes and a dramatic conclusion, you sit in that writing swamp struggling to "The End." A 1900 Russian short story, The Beacon, by Korolenko,...
Winter morning
Early morning, December 12, 2014: The Town of Russell school bus, a veritable light show of blinking and flashing amber and red and strobe lights, flies past in the pre-dawn darkness. The temperature hovers either side of freezing. The forest, gray and white save...
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Moscow 1962: Deception and working truth [2]
Patrice and I are at the farm for at least the next year. Of late, the mornings have been fog-shrouded over one foot of snow. Beautiful. I work every day on The Executioner's Son. We are in 1960-62 post-Stalin Moscow. Lenin/Stalin's genocide/democide and WWII...
Deception and working truth (1)
Define the word I am writing a dramatic novel with the working title, Executioner's Son. Deception is the backdrop against which the characters act out their roles. The locations are three: Suzdal, Russia; Moscow, and Mariel, Cuba. It opens in Suzdal, a medieval...
Upon a long road
It has been a long road across storied lands - Croatia, Germany and the United Arab Emirates before I go to the farm. Patrice is teaching these two months in Colorado, and felt I would be underfoot, so…I've come to Dubai to write and visit my child. The United Arab...
A Simple Plan
Two down; three to go There is a recent novel, A Simple Plan, where two brothers and their friend stumble upon the wreckage of a plane–the pilot is dead and his duffel bag contains four million dollars in cash. In order to hide, keep, and share the fortune, these...