Category Archives: Literature

another chapter from my novel:   13.   Sometimes I’d walk down there, all the way from Squirrel Hill, the walk as long as the lunch, along Forbes Avenue into Oakland, and even on this grey, misty autumn day there … Continue reading →

Eiffel Tower     We’re in the ballroom of the Fox Chapel Field Club, decorating for the prom, exactly the kind of thing I’d never be caught dead doing except, of course, for Virginia. I’ve even coerced some of my … Continue reading →

more from my novel Snakes in Caves:     18. We have seasons, real seasons, in Pittsburgh, four of them and generally in the right order. It’s not like up north where they only have the fourth of July and … Continue reading →

The Old Book The Book to Destroy Books The Great Book The Book to be as God   Another terrifying achievement by "the boy from Armagedeon"The author of "God’s Diary" and "As the Knife Turns" A trip to the edge … Continue reading →

control your glee! It’s another chapter from my novel!:   24.     Simonetta Cattaneo Vespucci is remembered centuries after her death simply because she was so beautiful and kind, because she was admired by so many. One of the … Continue reading →

another chapter from my novel! This one’s pretty darn short…   12.   What makes you hard? Over that you have no control. Seriously, there are a few things that can’t be faked, and that’s one of them — either … Continue reading →

a chapter from my novel:     14.   There was an interesting, if weird book that caught my eye among the shelves of interesting if weird books in the library that Miller had accumulated. It was a Fawcett Gold … Continue reading →

Convocation   The first day back from summer vacation is the best day, really, despite all the complaining we feel compelled to do about it. It’s kind of like the big bang, the first second of creation, the primal instant … Continue reading →

So beginning, middle – I guess we all know what comes next. Kathy and I certainly did, and were aware of the inevitably of the end from the first words of our relationship. I’d given her my ususal speech at … Continue reading →

It was the increasingly colder weather that finally got us out of that doorway and into the living room, and the critical scrutiny of her roommates (who approved of me about as much as my friends approved of Kathy) that … Continue reading →