A writer near my age admitted on Facebook that though she loved the feel of paper between her fingers and the smell of a new book, she’d shifted to an e-reader. No longer comfortable with small print, she needed an electronic device to adjust for size. Much in life is a tradeof
During this pandemic, I keep reflecting on the opening lines of Charles Dicken’s A Tale of Two Cities: It was the best of times and the worst of times. The words suggest that fate has a fickle side. For example, thieves might be happy that wearing a mask in public is acceptable.
Many times I’ve noted a large gap exists between what our brain tells us about the world and truth. My novel Trompe l’Oeil is a study of that gap – the difference between appearance and reality. Even so, we infinitely small creatures of a small planet among billions of galaxies
I’ve said nothing about the tragedy unfolding in the Middle East and the refugees who are fleeing from almost certain death. What have I to contribute to the discussion? Failed solutions of the past are already being revisited. We can harden our hearts to the misery, as Isra