Regarding “Poetry and Politics: The Rhetoric of Hope”

Don’t know why that link loops back, but here’s the link to the rest of the post.

<a href-"http://jacobrussellsbarkingdog.blogspot.com/2008/11/politics-and-poetry-rhetoric-of-hope.html">HERE</a>

Regarding “Creating a story from four words”

Try adding sentences rather than adding to the sentence.

Regarding “The Literary Cafe”

There are 7, Dr. Bose, including the latest, which comes out the first week of October, and also including some out of print.  Any bookstore, physical or on line, ought to be able to get the current two:  “Possessed by Shadows” (05), and “The Common Bond” (08).  My publisher has an on-line catalog and you can find me there with an author name search.  www.otherpress.com If you sent an email to the publisher’s contact link there, and let them know you would like to review the upcoming novel in India, I feel sure they will send you a review copy.  Thank you for your interest.  By the way, as a physician, you might be interested in the story line of “Possessed,” which has a character dying of glioblastoma.

Since these exchanges are veering away from what I suppose is the typical use of comments here, maybe we should switch to email.  My email contact is on my web site.

Thank you again,
Don

Regarding “The Literary Cafe”

Thanks for clarifying, and I just did have a look at your web site.  I will definitely agree that you seem to be a writer who keeps writing against all odds—between patients?  I’m impressed.  In my case, it’s more like between naps.  You give us all a good name.

Regarding “The Literary Cafe”

That’s an interesting remark, Mrinal Bose.  I’m still not sure if you intended it to be sarcastic, but I’ll assume not.

Actually, writing in cafes is a very old idea with an illustrious history, in Europe, at least.  For example, in a “coffee table” picture book titled, “The Grand LIterary Cafes of Europe,” including essays by Noel Riley Fitch, there is this:

“Cafes are home to leisure, smoking, and conversation—staples for writers whose craft may none the less have been honed in solitude and privacy.  They offer a clean, well-lit place away from a cold, dim city apartment, a dry haven in rainstorm, a comfortable table at which to meet an old colleague.  For the price of a cup of coffee, the writer has all he or she needs:  drink, cigarettes, toilet, newspaper, telephone, heat and light, a table, a chair.  The cafe is also a place for literary exchange with editors and publishers, a place for seeing and being seen, a place to read or gossip or debate, a place to start and end the day ... .”

Hemingway, for example, made writing in a favorite cafe famous.

The publication party for my 7th novel this coming October is being held in a cafe.

Real writer?  In my way of thinking, writers are people who write, authors are people whose writing is published; writers are not always authors, but authors are always writers.  What would an unreal writer be?  A fantasist?