The Last of the Titans

The greatest thinkers of our day, the very thought leaders whose contributions to the world of literature and letters that shape the minds of our best and brightest are falling falling falling to time.

This August first we lost the last of the great crusaders in a long line of intellectuals and authors, Gore Vidal.

He had a long history in his 86 years of breaking with traditional fiction of the times. Of his 25 novels, 2 memoirs, volumes of essays, plays, television dramas and screenplays it was his early titles that were by account of many critics considered riske compared to his contemporaries at the time. He paved the way for honesty in the pages of a novel- and was a pioneer who revealed truth, however unwanted was at the time.

He twice ran for office in 1960 when he was the Democratic Congressional candidate for the 29th District in upstate NY, campaigning as aggressively in California as Caesar himself in Gaul- but lost at both attempts.

Gore Vidal was one of the last of the great Titans of the written word and truthfully I fear for fiction and it’s audiences around the globe.


Of Dogs and Men

 I was a habitual nail biter until a short while after my 21st birthday, and even today in my young 30’s I find myself gnawing at an occasional hangnail. This isn’t so odd actually; among the overstressed population of our tiny nervous planet I would imagine that there are countless professional nail biters of all shapes and sizes, and of all ethnic and social backgrounds. And why the hell not?_ All one needs to do is turn on America’s favorite pacifier- the idiot box- to see well over 100 reasons in 30 minutes why we should sit on Continue reading


             Although it seems impossible to fathom, my son the artist is twenty-five this Saturday. Yesterday I spent the entire evening looking through slides and photographs of him I that I captured during his childhood.

            My girlfriend found among on Continue reading


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