Listen, I loathe Andrew Tate as much as the next pink-haired liberal. I am also aware that I am "just some dude" and have no horse in this race. Still, I consider myself an ally. I care deeply about the women in my life: my wife and two daughters, and I want nothing more than... Continue Reading →
It may be the oldest meme in American politics: Everyone I don't like is Hitler! As everyone knows, if an online argument stretches long enough, eventually, some idiot will bring up Hitler. Hell, even America's first black president, Barack Obama, was compared to Hitler for maliciously giving us, the poor and struggling masses of this... Continue Reading →
For the first time in my life, I am genuinely afraid. Afraid to speak my mind. Scared to express my feelings in public. Afraid to title this post the way I wanted to title it. This is not due to any radical change in my beliefs. I do not condone violence in any form. I... Continue Reading →
This is my third review of Pulitzer Prize-winning author Kazuo Ishiguro, and I have to admit, he's done it again! The Buried Giant is a superb fantasy tale told in a way only Ishiguro can. Very reminiscent of the fairy tales of yore, the book reminded me of my favorite fantasy classics, including The Last... Continue Reading →
I am sick to my stomach, I really am. What bothers me most, I think, is that we seem to be living in a post-ethics world. Apparently, nobody cares about decency anymore, or kindness, or compassion. What the fuck happened to us? Seriously? America was the shining city on the hill. America was the beacon... Continue Reading →
After reading and reviewing Cloud Cuckoo Land, my best book of 2023, I knew I had to pick up another of Anthony Doerr's books. This time, I figured, why not the book that won him the Pulitzer? In true Doerr fashion, All the Light We Cannot See is a masterclass in poetry. Every sentence sings.... Continue Reading →
While I love the idea-driven, philosophically oriented science fiction authors of the 50s and '60s, the likes of which include Ray Bradbury, Arthur C. Clark, Philip K. Dick, Robert Heinlein, Frank Herbert, and Isaac Asimov---I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed by the first in Asimov's Foundation series. I truly, truly wanted to love... Continue Reading →
What can I say about this book that hasn't already been said? Harper Lee's masterpiece and only true novel, To Kill a Mockingbird, has been analyzed to death by critics and is quintessential reading for any middle school English class. How Lee manages to write with such pathos, conviction, and storytelling skill without ever having... Continue Reading →
I have thoughts. No surprise, I know, but being an oh-so-special lover of words, my thoughts tend to be stubborn things. They stick to my brain like molasses and refuse to go away. Unfortunately, we live in a time when having thoughts can be dangerous. Expressing an opinion---any opinion, really---is like strolling through a minefield.... Continue Reading →
I am going to try and keep this short and to the point, so forgive my rant, but I am furious at the moment because Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter, Google, and Amazon have all pretty much shat over my name. By mere association, my work of twenty years has been chucked into the junk bin of... Continue Reading →
The Art of Storytelling 
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