I am passing these novels through a great writer’s group and am exploring self-publishing at this point. Sorry that life got in the way (I’m doing a lot of other writing, too!) but hopefully I will have an answer soon. Thank you to everyone who has visited and continued to visit this site!
On the evening of the premiere of The Seashell and the Clergyman my skin was a riot of inflamed cysts again, and I elected to stay home with an analgesic and a warm towel on my face. It was just as well, for reportedly there was another public scandal. While the raging, lustful priestContinue reading “From Book 3: The Seashell and the Clergyman”
Book one, Traitor Comet, is edited and book two, L’Etoile de Mer (The Starfish) is in revisions. I’m researching a publisher I’ve contacted before, because they were bought last year. I’m planning both print and digital copies for sale, for a lower price than most books. (As I’ve stated before, I have no profit motiveContinue reading “Self-Publishing Update: In Revisions”
“Do you remember when we took a month off and camped out along the Rhein?” I asked Franz suddenly. “That summer before the War. We walked from town to town, slept under the stars—” “I remember.” Franz laughed suddenly. “And you built that raft and tried to float out to the Mäuseturm. You didn’tContinue reading “From Book 2: Dadesque Dating”
What a curious relationship the reader has with a writer, I thought one day as I sat in my office reading Charles Baudelaire. When a writer’s work was broken off as Baudelaire’s was due to his drinking and carousing, the reader resented what Baudelaire had not written, what he could have written. But what man,Continue reading “From Book 2: Baudelaire and Artaud”
I had a job. Catherine’s father had been eager to hire me. Working for D’Arcy was nothing complicated which was exactly what I wanted, and required only my presence at the hotel desk where I handed out keys and called people down to take telephone calls on the party line. Louis lived there now; tightContinue reading “From Book 2: Kraut!”
There were voices outside and someone pounded on the door. Desnos answered it and let in a group of five people. Before any introductions could begin more people walked up, so he left the door open to the warm night air. Some of the people I recognized from earlier this evening, but most wereContinue reading “From Book 1: Benjamin Peret”
An adolescent boy’s voice piped up somewhere in the restaurant, answering a woman’s warning tone. The voice sounded familiar, but I could not place it. I turned from the window but I only recognized Kiki standing at the counter. She did not speak, and she did not look at me. The air was tangledContinue reading “From Book 2: Kiki and Man Ray”
Desnos surprised me by asking if my father-in-law could find him a job. “I heard you and Artaud talking earlier. Writing is a hard life,” he confided sadly over the hum of conversation. “And I don’t get on with the other reporters.” That surprised me, but as he told me about his columns being severelyContinue reading “From Book 2: But We’re Not Gay”
Because it was being sold by a going-out-of-business film distribution center and it was the only copy of Coup de feu à l’aube (1932) I could get my hands on. I intend to get a projector and make a digital safety copy.