So ends the story of the strange and evil experience of the Invisible Man. And if you would learn more of him you must go to a little inn near Port Stowe and talk to the landlord. The sign of the inn is an empty board save for a hat and boots, and the name […] Read more

WHY TRAGEDY HAS HAUNTED AMERICA’S FIRST FAMILY FOR 150 YEARS: THE KENNEDY CURSE (Edward Klein, St. Martin’s Press, July 8, 2003) The marriage made front-page news everywhere, and a new Kennedy myth was born. The man who could have had any woman in the world had chosen as his bride one who was not rich […] Read more

Thirty minutes later, the police received a call that a young man matching the description of the one who had wasted Pumpkin had been seen twice on Ninth Street carrying a gun in open view and acting stranger than most of the people on Ninth. He had tried to lure at least one person into […] Read more

Sam moved forward and reached for the young man’s forearms. He hoped to subdue him quickly without any fighting and escort him from the playground; there was no point in provoking a riot. The tormenter, all slum muscle and grace, recoiled; Sam had barely touched him. The playground instructor saw the white arms and dirtied […] Read more

When the lights disappeared, her hand went to the automatic she carried inside the belt of her slacks. She fingered its butt, trigger guard, and safety for perhaps the fifth time in the past half hour. It was the only visible sign of her nervousness. Their bedroom was directly ahead, the door open […] Read more

In our society, Sorry! is used as shorthand for anything from “I’m not really sorry, I’m just saying that to smooth over whatever I just did to you” all the way to a nail-biting “Oh shit, what have I done?” And not to put too fine a gender-biased point on it, but women, especially, tend […] Read more

The street was empty and it was a cold night, a light rain was falling where he was driving to, but I guessed we were going down all the time toward the lower city. In the end he pulled up in a little side street, stopped the engine and got out of the car, telling […] Read more

Berry Gordy, founder and CEO of Motown Records, had a notorious reputation for not allowing his artists to flex their creative muscle. This is not to say that Gordy was indifferent to the natural evolutionary process that most creative artist experience. Berry Gordy’s often times unrelenting position to the hit-making machine that was Motown was, […] Read more

And I asked myself, frightened and rapt, who was she who rose before me like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, radiant as the sun. Then the creature came still closer to me, throwing into a corner the dark package she had ‘til then held pressed to her body; and she raised her hand to […] Read more