Writing News
- At November 16, 2009
- By Bob Howe
- In Fiction, News
- 12
I’m very happy to post that my novella, “The Natural History of Calamity,” will appear in issue 14 of Black Gate.
Here’s a sample…
I took the Will Charbonneau case on the same day an exceedingly creepy ex-boyfriend reentered my life. The way the case played out, and the reason the pinhead smashed back into my life, were intimately related. It would have saved me no end of trouble if I’d known that from the start.
I’m on the phone with my mother. “So are you seeing anybody?” she asks.
Coming from my mother that’s not a question, it’s a deep pit full of scorpions and irritable cobras. From her second generation, Italian-American perspective, the way my 34-year-old uterus was going unused was a disaster on a par with Frank Sinatra’s death.
“Ma,” I say, in the Universal Warning Tone, “Don’t start.”
“I was just asking,” she says, in the Universal Wounded Tone. “I wanted to know if you were bringing someone to Brenda’s wedding.”
That would be my cousin Brenda, who at the advanced age of twenty-three is marrying a Port Authority cop she met while getting a ticket for drinking Stoli on the PATH train. I’m saved from the pit by Gerald, my secretary, who sticks his head around the corner of my door.
“Someone to see you,” he mouths.
I nod and held up one finger.
“Gotta go, Ma, business,” I say.
The View from Here
- At January 04, 2009
- By Bob Howe
- In Blog Posts
- 21
The view north from the Kings Highway Station on the Q line. The Empire State Building is just visible in the center of the image, in the notch between the trees (see detail below).
The Empire State Building from Kings Highway Station.
Saturday, January 3, 2009 | 15:02 EST | BlackBerry 8830 Smartphone
The two red squares on the satellite photo mark the positions of Kings Highway Station, Brooklyn (bottom); and the Empire State Building, Manhattan (top).
The War to End All Wars
- At November 11, 2008
- By Bob Howe
- In Blog Posts
- 4
On this day and time 90 years ago, the guns fell silent in Europe, bringing to a close one of the great slaughters of the 20th century.
We remember veterans today, but for just the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, I don’t think it would would be unseemly to recall the millions of people around the world who’ve fallen in war, in uniform or out, since the whole enterprise began.