He had waited all week to meet her, and now the time had come. The dinner reservations were made, he was shaved, his hair shampooed and carefully messed. This was his first date in over a year and his approaching fiftieth birthday scared him; he was ready, finally. Her blond hair glowed in the evening light and lay softly on her bare, pearly shoulders, revealing her thirty-something years.
Mr. Blok by my father, cellist Gregor Piatigorsky, was published posthumously by Adelaide Books. Excerpts from my introduction in the book are below:
My father wrote Mr. Blok at the prime of his illustrious cello career. I was very young and didn’t read the manuscript until last year. At some point many years ago I asked Papa why he didn’t publish it. “Because if I did,” he said, “both you and your sister Jephta would be expelled from school!” Doubtful, I thought, but he said nothing more.
Time passed and Papa died from lung cancer in 1976; he was 73. The manuscript languished in my mother’s house for 50 more years.... [Read More]
As International Women’s Day approached, I asked friends to tell me the names of female authors on their bookshelves or who they liked to read.
Little did I realize the universe I would open up by asking the question. I am so inspired by the number of responses, which include some favorites and some new friends, that I’ve decided to share the list.
If we left your favorite female author off the list, be sure to leave a comment so we can add her [...]
Do you love Inuit art as much as I do? You're in for a treat in March if the answer is Yes! There is an Inuit Print Exhibit opening at the Writer's Center in Bethesda, MD, on the evening of March 5. Print: Caribou Spirit, print by Ningeokuluk Teevee [...]
A small break from blogging to say thank you to everyone who came to Christie’s on Saturday to hear me read from my memoir, Speed of Dark. [...]
I knew that it was against the rules. I promised my wife, Janice, that I would honor our mutual pledge “til death do us part.”
I am an honest man and do not break promises made in good conscience. But there I was, 400 miles from home with Janice waiting faithfully for my return. I had no doubts that she honors our pledge; I would never question it. Janice is completely trustworthy. But Janice is not a man and has different needs. [Keep reading ...]
