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  • On Reading Christopher Hitchens’ “God is not Great”

    The subtitle reads “How Religion Poisons Everything.” This will be a rather discursive blog, so hold on as I cherry pick ideas as we go along. Psychotherapy if decently and competently practiced and if openly and willingly entered into can shake a client to the roots of his or her being. To be de-conditioned of societal and parental calculus worse than the plaque that adheres to our teeth is not an easy task, to say the very least. To surrender personal and interpersonal “truths” as accepted from childhood on can leave one alone on a windswept moor. To be free…

  • Researching: The Writer’s Wayward Efforts

    Sometimes I participate in an exercise of futility. Presently I am surfing the immense amount of data on the Holocaust which is beyond anyone’s grasp. In a few weeks I will be making an announcement about the second edition of The i Tetralogy. I’ve waited five years to do that, having spotted errors within the book — typos, awkward terms, et al. I’ve also decided to change the cover which had an array of swastikas on it, being told it is jarring for some. Yes, for some. Not for me. A part of me is impish, Peck’s bad boy. I like…

  • Liz And Bill Go To Panama

    Americans abroad can be fairly obnoxious, fatuous and deaf, dumb and blind to their surroundings, often collectors of experiences without registering what they experience. On the Homes and Garden channel I often watch House Hunters and House Hunters International, both programs working on the premise that a couple see three different homes shown to them by real estate agents — a real estate agent is someone who eats and gives out shit in order to make a commission. Any dissent on that? The internal “excitement,” I suppose, is to compare your choice with theirs. I began watching the show before we…

  • Babbling Books And Motion Pictures

    I thought it might be of interest to myself, perhaps to you, to give the classic bibliographic list of books and films that are very much current in my mind, and for that matter, in my literary and cinematic genetic database. Here, first, is a list of books, stories or authors that have impacted upon my thinking and feeling. When I was a history major I used to enjoy reading the bibliographic essays at the end of a book in which the author let his hair down and made comments about what he had read; I enjoyed the good-natured criticism…