At the beginning of Desert Storm in 1991, things go terribly wrong. A secret organization that has infiltrated many Arab armies and governments emerges from hiding and inflames a broad and bloodily successful anti-Western uprising. American troops at the Battle of Khafji and throughout the Middle East are faced with a much bigger war than the one they had been sent to fight. What was supposed to be a safe war designed to ensure the reelection of George H. W. Bush turns into a disaster that destroys his presidency, puts Dan Quayle in the White House as the puppet of right-wing elements in the...

Sherlock Holmes meets H. G. Wells, discovers the secret of immortality, hunts Professor Moriarty across time and space, and manipulates the destiny of mankind, all with the unflinching support of the stalwart Dr. Watson, who is coping meanwhile with finding and losing the love of his life. "A lot of fun." - The Arizona Republic "Doyle to Wells to Dvorkin - nice triple play " - New York Times Book Review

Thrown forward in time from 1945, three friends fight to find each other and go home. War, death, and love are the only constants. In the dangerous 21st Century, time changes them and they change time and history.

Damon is a lucky caiman. He's happy in his comfortable swamp, and his best friend is a human boy, Joey. But when the swamp is threatened with destruction, Joey and Damon must deal with the grownup world outside the swamp and teach them how important the swamp and Damon both are. A story in rhyming verse for children ages 6-10.

A cowardly simian in the White House, dopey ex-presidents, scary televangelists, assassinations, cute little monkeys, sinister old men with long, sharp teeth, and in the middle of it all, Malcolm Erskine, who thought he had such a clever idea and who also thought he could safely ignore the politics of Bush-era America. "A broad and bitter political satire. I was laughing out loud." - Denver Post

It's all here: My 2003 satirical essay on unemployment which got hundreds of responses, details of my 40-year work history, why it's probably not your fault if you're laid off, some unconventional advice on resume writing, and lots of encouragement for anyone who is currently job hunting.

A social and political satire disguised as a comic novel about zombies and pickles. Or possibly the other way around. They're back, and they want to eat your brains. Again. "Go in there." "Hell, no. I'm going to send someone stupid in there with a pickle." It's brains served with a side of pickles, hold the mayo. A terrifying tale of parents, children, brothers, sisters, friends, bosses, employees, wives, ex-wives, friends' wives, Republicans, studly bacteria, zombies, tentacles, politics, religion, giant screaming earth mothers, and the armpit and other regions of Hell. And pickles.

This is a work of nonfiction plus some speculation. It's largely about drones and their very rapid miniaturization, their present and coming use in law enforcement and war, and a potential future in which spy and communication equipment will literally be the size of dust motes, almost impossible to see and impossible to escape.
It's also about the complete lack of privacy that is coming in the future.
Parts of the book are encouraging, detailing how such devices will help rescue people after disasters, help people escape the control of repressive governments, and simply communicate...

Worldwide, the number of people who call themselves Jews is about 14 million. They may all call themselves Jews, but what they mean by that name varies widely. These self described Jews range from the most Orthodox, who have submitted themselves entirely to the imagined dictates of an imaginary god, to those who practice various forms of Judaism that are so watered down that they scarcely qualify as a religion, to those who observe no part of Judaism at all other than the celebration of a festival that they may call Hanukkah but that is in reality merely a Judaized version of Christmas. In...

They move among us and prey upon us. Some are invisible. Some look like us. Some are inside us. Jimmy Temple was heading home on a gray and colorless evening when he died. The razor flew from an alley and sliced into him. It was a ripple, a blur, like a heat haze or the thinnest imaginable sheet of cellophane passing over the mouth of the alley. Then it was slicing through skin, muscle, and bone.