Writing a book is a form of producing life. Like the biological procedure, dealing with afterbirth is tricky.  Exposing the fruits of one’s labor to critical appraisal is heart-pounding stuff.  The creator adores the offspring, but the eyes of strangers, like a camera, take an obj

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a memoir. Not the story of my life.  Nothing is so extraordinary in my existence that it merits a book.  But a booklet about my four years abroad might be of interest to others.  I left for Europe in the early 1960s and returned nearly fo