Harry Hole is my kind of protagonist. Along with his Northlander cousins Kurt Wallender, Inspector Erlendur, and my flavor-of-the-month, Erik Winter, Harry fuses the come-hither blend of detective genius and lonesome hero that elevates the quotidian “police procedural” to something more. Something else again beyond the throwaway sobriquets of “crime…
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Soon the smear campaign would begin to poison anyone who would listen. From the pulpit the bishop would criticize her and call her a sorcereress, a soothsayer and a black magician.
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«Batouala» is indeed a phenomenal piece of art, a modern novel with a narrative voice devoid of an overt agenda, free of militancy, a dry-eyed, clear-eyed, direct and objective glance into a society displaced, dislocated from its traditional moorings, and redirected according to the whims of a master race who has only its primacy as its objective.
Continue Reading →It’s true that I have always been partial to cemeteries. Every time I go to Boston and New Orleans I never fail to visit their cemeteries. In Paris I devote a whole afternoon to a picnic at the Cimetière Père Lachaise, surrounded by celebrities, to seek inspiration from some of my favorite writers, poets, artists and musicians…
Continue Reading →I do believe that the soul has no sex. People who are convinced that they’ve lived before in other lives in previous times say that they’ve sometimes been men, and sometimes women, in those prior avatars.
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