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Three Engines Leaving the Station
I have been away from blogging because I am completing three works, a short story collection, a book of essays and an extended memoir/reminiscence about my long-distant relationship as a reader and student of Krishnamurti, the spiritual teacher. After a rather negative experience with Red Willow Digital Press (stay away!) in which the editor failed to edit the book as stated in the contract with the flimsiest of excuses and other aberrations uncommon in a writer-publisher relationship, I withdrew my manuscript and decided to self-publish, going back to Wheatmark in Arizona who had published my first two books. At this…
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If I Had to Choose
Since mid September I’ve been involved writing my third book within the last two years and it is finished, which means editing follows, proofing, grammar checking, footnoting, and all the many little details before it is really finished. This book has been a pleasure to write and it comes in about 41,000 words or maybe 134 pages, nice, short and compact. As you have read in prior blogs, it is about my long distant relationship with Krishnamurti, perhaps the greatest spiritual genius of the twentieth century. The book has taken on the air of an extended memoir, a reminiscence that has…
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Query Letter for Down to a Sunless Sea
Dear Editor: I am querying you as to a possible review of Down to a Sunless Sea. This short story collection presents a variety of styles, providing a different reading experience — poetic, journalistic, nostalgic, wrlyly humorous and even macabre. “Herbie” was listed in Martha Foley’s The Best American Short Stories of 1974. I was in good company that year — Norman Mailer, Joyce Carol Oates, and I.B. Singer, among others. Nine of these stories have been published in the “little” magazines over the years, the most recent in 2007 in France, La Fenetre. The range is wide, yet the common thread is…
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Well Now.
Coming to terms with Krishnamurti is coming to terms with yourself, always will be so. The Stockholm Syndrome has been roughly defined as the unconscious need or willingness to identify with your aggressor, another one of man’s psychological quirks. When reading about K’s education and rearing as a Theosophist and his breaking that bond forever, striking out on his own for decades after, defining who he was as a thinker and man, he still gathered about him an entourage, highly educated spiritual groupies. Ironically K spoke and write about the misfortunes of identification with a cause, brand, religion or a spiritual…