I wrote my first book as an attempt to make money. It was nothing more than a cash grab. The people were hungry and wanted to know about the sexual misadventures of librarians. Also their hygiene practices. So I gave them what they wanted, and I’ll tell you, it was not without its rewards. I … Continue reading I am a shepherd by trade
When we land the flight attendants warn us to move as quickly through the airport as possible. “There is a van waiting outside for you. The driver is holding a sign that says 'Rothschild.' Your baggage will be brought to you.” “What's this all about?” I say, but when she opens the doors, and we … Continue reading The mob in pursuit throws dead rats at the van.
A random memory of Apollo crosses my mind, and I sigh with regret. Wasserman looks up from his book, and I quiet down. I was sitting at the kitchen table in my parents’ house when I became aware of Apollo’s presence behind me. “What’s up,” I asked, not looking up from my book. He began … Continue reading “You’re mad at me for getting a girlfriend,” he said, referring to Emma Gurney, the attractive but not-hot eleventh grader who was not as smart as my brother, but who liked him, and thus began taking him away from me on the weekends.
What is totally fascinating is that Americans are so divided and alienated, that they cannot even talk to one another. For instance, I saw a commercial that was, like, stark black and white depicting nurses and doctors saying, "You trust us with your health decisions, now trust us with the vaccine." And then it cut … Continue reading Talking to Anti-Vaxxers
In Paris we have time to deplane and walk around to stretch our legs. I get two cups of coffee and croissants, and start to rejoin Katie, when I see that Wasserman has found her. He‘s carrying a light carry-on and looks even older than I remembered. They seem natural enough together. Maybe it won't … Continue reading What kind of librarian can’t organize things?