For a long time I wanted to write a book about the mid-1960s and me, it was going to be called 1965, but in the end it proved impossible. The fault was mine. My life, unlike the mid-sixties and that wonderful year, just wasn't interesting enough to carry the load. Another stumbling block was veracity, not that people would necessarily think I was lying, but I knew they were going to have a hard time believing there'd ever been such a time. The 1950s and 1960s, I mean. There's always been something mythic about them, and now, as we lose the memories of those who lived them, they threaten to...
For a long time I wanted to write a book about the mid-1960s and me, it was going to be called 1965, but in the end it proved impossible. The fault wa...
A contemprary mythology: oil in the Gulf of Guinea, Colonial Dutch, black-ops NASA, political squabbles over what to do with humans, the harmattan, artifacts on the Moon, the lost Apollo mission, the Chinese space effort, the true meaning of personhood, assassination and sabotage, and the unnatural selection of humans.
A contemprary mythology: oil in the Gulf of Guinea, Colonial Dutch, black-ops NASA, political squabbles over what to do with humans, the harmattan, ar...
A handful of snapshots by a famous art photographer lead to a puzzle, murder, and a tale no one wants to believe. It starts in Carmel with a botched theft and a death at an art gallery. From there the mystery slowly unfolds, revealing the details of an unusual man's life as he lived it from the mid-1960s to the present. But we seem to be left with more questons than answers. Wives? Children? Accidents? Just how many times can one man die? One man knows the truth. Another discovers it. Industrial espionage. Art photography. A man torn between a widow and daughter. The absurdity of a few...
A handful of snapshots by a famous art photographer lead to a puzzle, murder, and a tale no one wants to believe. It starts in Carmel with a botched t...
