In Grand Delusia

In the land of Grand Delusia, I roam again. It is true enough that an author of fiction must persuade a reader to come along for the ride, but first the author must cajole himself. It is not a simple thing. The Lesser Existentials crowd at every side. There are shores...

A Young Man From Mars: the future retold

  “Those who cannot remember the future are condemned to repeat it. The past can never be repaired or reclaimed. The future may be reimagined at any moment, possessed at any time, and thus easily known.” Joe Trees   This is the journal of Griffon Macdonald,...

A Republic of Books, et tu?

The original story idea for A Republic of Books was conceived shortly after I was forced to close my own bookshop, Avenue Victor Hugo Books, on Newbury Street in Boston after 29 years. The tale was imagined as a means of relieving some of the pain while grasping the...

Act 4: Scene 2 ; the problem with fire

[A revised morsel from A Republic of Books, the novel in progress to be found elsewhere on this ethereal site.]     Act 4: Scene 2 the problem with fire     The bookshop is closed. The lights are low. Deirdre and Michael are sitting down stage, center right,...

Winkling out the meat of a nut

when the fool is unable to sleep (Late thoughts from A Republic of Books, the novel in progress, more of which may be scavenged elsewhere on this ethereal site.)   Philosophers have turned away from purpose and became obsessed with means, as with math—a mere tool...