CRATER COUNTY: A LEGAL THRILLER OF NEW MEXICO by Jonathan Miller
Jonathan Miller writer a sort of court procedural tale, quite in keeping with his lawyer-self. Add romance, a pinch of creepy suspense, interesting characters, and a marvelous New Mexican backdrop and it makes for good entertainment.
Don’t forget to look for the humor in his books, too. Miller is a very funny guy. Watch for Volcano Verdict, too.
In Part I of my interview with L.D. Gussin, he talks about his writing background, his writing process, and question of place as background for The Seeker Academy. For an enjoyable read, go to www.theseekeracademy.com and check out his own personal seeker’s journey. JGR: Tell us something about your background as a writer. L.D.Gussin: I’d…
At the Mercy of the River: An Exploration of the Last African Wilderness by Peter Stark “There is always something new coming out of Africa.” –Pliny the Elder
Uncommon Women and Others by Wendy Wasserman. I narrowly missed attending a Seven Sisters College, but this play shows me everything I might have missed–for good or ill. It’s a time capsule, most forcefully, of the 1970s Women’s Movement Early Days–thoughtfully and comically presenting relationships between women, personalities and choices, while probing the question, “What…
ALABANZA: IN PRAISE OF LOCAL 100 Martín Espada Alabanza[excellent video!] (for the 43 members of Hotel Employees and Restaurant Employees Local 100 working at the Window on the World restaurant, who lost their lives in the attack on the World Trade Center) Alabanza.Praise the cook with a shaven head and a tattoo on his shoulder…
If you are in St. Louis on November 13th at 7:30 p.m. and want to know about Oscar, the newest victim of the Fuku, the curse that has haunted his family for generations, dooming them to prison, torture, tragic accidents, and above all, ill-starred love…and (dare we hope?) how to avoid it…come over to Left…
From Chapter 1, “A Place to Come Home To,” by Marj Casswell (go here to buy the book) For years every pack of cigarettes I opened took me back to our tobacco barn. As the red plastic encircling the pack tore away and the silver paper lifted, I would stand under two-foot long leaves drying…