Post by CCWriter on Aug 19, 2004 18:41:59 GMT -5
What would you do if you were eight years old, had never been farther away from your uptown Manhattan home than Montauk Point, and were uprooted to the gritty inferno of Los Alamos?
Your father, a member of the Columbia University contingent of nuclear physicists who went there to build “the gadget,” a working prototype for the nuclear bombs that ended World War II, came home only to sleep. Your mother, a headstrong daughter of a small-town Georgia cotton broker turned real estate entrepreneur, quickly decided that, since no one would tell her the purpose of your being there, this was just another disorganized wartime shit-storm, run by an officious fat general named Groves.
And in the scant coolness of a New Mexico morning, you and she boarded a grimy Flxible bus to begin your journey to her hometown, Bisque (BIS-kew), and a life as foreign to you as the one you just left. Since you’re Jackie Mason, you adapt…
A kind reviewer on Amazon had this to say about my novel, The Rough English Equivalent: "This is, excuse my French, a hell of a book; to that point, I can't give it five stars because I'm at odds with Mr. Hayes' atheistic subtext. I suppose that's akin to a feminist downing the cromagnon philosophy of John Wayne, which I do, and still admiring his Sgt. Stryker of Sands of Iwo Jima, which one must. If I could, I'd give the book 4 1/2 stars, but since I can't, it gets a very enthusiastic FOUR!"
Members are cordially invited to The Rough English Equivalent blog shotpeened.blogspot.com/ for more insights...
Edited to fix tags on the Amazon link -- it was stretching the page.
Your father, a member of the Columbia University contingent of nuclear physicists who went there to build “the gadget,” a working prototype for the nuclear bombs that ended World War II, came home only to sleep. Your mother, a headstrong daughter of a small-town Georgia cotton broker turned real estate entrepreneur, quickly decided that, since no one would tell her the purpose of your being there, this was just another disorganized wartime shit-storm, run by an officious fat general named Groves.
And in the scant coolness of a New Mexico morning, you and she boarded a grimy Flxible bus to begin your journey to her hometown, Bisque (BIS-kew), and a life as foreign to you as the one you just left. Since you’re Jackie Mason, you adapt…
A kind reviewer on Amazon had this to say about my novel, The Rough English Equivalent: "This is, excuse my French, a hell of a book; to that point, I can't give it five stars because I'm at odds with Mr. Hayes' atheistic subtext. I suppose that's akin to a feminist downing the cromagnon philosophy of John Wayne, which I do, and still admiring his Sgt. Stryker of Sands of Iwo Jima, which one must. If I could, I'd give the book 4 1/2 stars, but since I can't, it gets a very enthusiastic FOUR!"
Members are cordially invited to The Rough English Equivalent blog shotpeened.blogspot.com/ for more insights...
Edited to fix tags on the Amazon link -- it was stretching the page.
