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Category Archives: Pulp Fiction
I just dumped My Absolute Darling, literally trashed it into the bin. I gave up reading after a couple hundred pages despite universal critical acclamation – “must-read book of the year” and all that crap, accolades probably planted by the … Continue reading
It’s been a long time, but I still have nightmares from that hospital room. I still hear the humming of the machines. I still smell the antiseptic. Why was her life so short? Years after J was gone, whenever I … Continue reading
A friend was given an impossible KPI, which he surpassed by several hundred percent. Instead of rewarding him, his company found ways not to compensate him for what was rightfully due to him in commission payments. It tried ways and … Continue reading
I’m convinced that Harper Lee is full of shit. She wrote To Kill a Mocking Bird, made millions, and became a recluse. Then there was this big falling out with Truman Capote. And all kinds of cranky behavior. Started suing … Continue reading
Just finished reading another book by Elif Shafak. Shafak was born in Strasbourg, France, in 1971. She is an award-winning novelist and the most widely read woman writer in Turkey. Critics have named her as “one of the most distinctive … Continue reading
It started out as a tiny tickle, like a quick brush of a feather’s tip. Then nothing. Then it happened again, a quick flicker. This time it lingered on for a wee bit longer. Something seemed to be growing, the … Continue reading
Surprisingly some of you actually like my short stories. See Pulp Fiction under CATEGORIES on the right of this page for my efforts so far. A few even challenged me to write a horror one with sexual elements. So here’s … Continue reading
Another of my poor attempts at short story writing: I’ve come to The Gap at Watsons Bay to feel your presence. As the fierce waves beat on the rocky cliff, I sense your spirit, as the breeze caresses my face; … Continue reading
Another poor attempt of mine at short story writing: My period came when I was eleven, I ran out of the toilet screaming for Mother. Mother chided me and told me to hush. “What a stupid little girl, Lee … Continue reading