A Wonderful Monday Morning…Pre-Coffee Even

So, it’s Monday morning again, either the first day of the week or the second (depending on how you categorize that crazy anomaly Sunday), and I’ve spent the morning since six AM sitting on my parent’s veranda watching my two sisters and my mother gather around the coffee maker, each watching each drip of the black [...]

RATS OF DIM: An Interview with Self-Deprecating “Author” and Professional “Contortionist” MJ Greenwald [Part 1 of 3]

Yes, welcome.  My name is, of course, Michael Greenwald, and last Tuesday, I sat down in a ratty, cramped, cluttered, window-less, decaying-feet-smelling office at 606 Michigan Avenue in Chicago with the relatively unknown author, MJ Greenwald, for an interview.  While he drank bourbon at ten o’clock in the morning (“beer before ten is my rule”), [...]

RATS OF DIM: An Interview with Self-Deprecating “Author” and Professional “Contortionist” MJ Greenwald [Part 2 of 3]

Well, Michael Greenwald’s interview with infamed writer MJ Greenwald was so interesting and long–more long than interesting–we had to divide it up into three parts.  Here’s part II… Michael:  So, what are you working on? MJ:  People care about that? Michael:  Probably not, but what the hell, I’m doing the questioning.  Pour me a little more [...]

RATS OF DIM: An Interview with Self-Deprecating “Author” and Professional “Contortionist” MJ Greenwald [Part 3 of 3]

And finally, long awaited I’m sure.  Here’s the third and FINAL part.  Swear on Jenna Jameson’s belly-button.   Michael:  Okay, lets try writing contemporaries you most admire? MJ:  This might sound silly, but my first love was Franklin W. Dixon. Michael:  Silly how? MJ:  Hey, I’m talking here!  You are the worlds worst interviewer. Michael: [...]

Book Discussion: The Time Traveler’s Wife and Where the Red Fern Grows: Two Books, Tons of Tears

The only book that made me cry (repeatedly) had been Wilson Rawls’s Where the Red Fern Grows.  I still remember finishing the book for the first time sitting in the throne in my “reading tree” at my folk’s house in Chicago, then climbing down (still have no idea how I didn’t fall right out of the [...]

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