Novels & Novellas
With a narrator not so much unreliable as imperfect, A Republic of Books might be a first refuge for scoundrels and saints. The perfect bookshop might not exist, but then again . . . a nation of books would have to be a republic as much as a state of mind.
An opinionated and iconoclastic bookseller who has managed to live his life on his own terms for forty years, while writing books about the things he values most and conducting a sui generis repository of what might be the best of literature, must come to terms at last with an America that has replaced the first amendment with political correctness.
Though Michael James McGeraughty lives in something less than an existential world of better words and deeds, the FBI believes he is harboring revolutionaries, the IRS thinks his business practices are questionable, and the City of Boston is citing numerous code violations, even as his ex-wife wants him to close so she can sell the building. While his children have long since escaped to live their own lives, and his forthright opinions have made him too many enemies as well as faithful customers, a jaded and pragmatic reporter is writing a story about yet another bookshop closing and finding herself drawn to his idealism.
A Republic of Books is a novel of ideas.
The true story of William McGuire, an innocent in an age of cynicism, and a stranger in a strange land, who must find his own way in Homo sapiens society, as told by himself.
Presented with four other unexpected tales: That Little Old Lady and Me, Seely’s Surfside, She Knows Her Onions, and If Blood Were Orange.
In his study of the past, John Finn can glimpse whole lives and imagine how they were lived. There he can even imagine his own life complete. Now, he has stumbled on love again, only to lose it. What is he actually good for? Perhaps only to find out what happened to a girl who was lost two hundred years ago—and to avoid getting shot in the meantime.
In the year 2162, an aging paladin in the dwindling Order of Pelagius must confront a greater power working to dominate the nations of Earth and the independent states of the heliosphere. John Holt attempts to keep his honor and fulfill his duty using railguns, railroads, dirigibles, steam trucks, river barges, and the help of a horse named Rosie.
1937. New York Daily Mirror photographer Hugh McNeill follows crusading reporter Cass Green as she investigates a possible serial killer: a prostitute doing away with her clients one by one. Cass’s investigation results in the attention of a rogue mobster who’s been moving in on Lucky Luciano’s prostitution rackets and is now trying to kill her.
I don’t know many libertarians. There aren’t a lot to know out here in the boondocks. Mostly it’s the same mix of people I knew in Boston, just fewer of them. And even the few libertarians I am aware of locally are not given to too much conversation. They are well...
The original plan, as plans often do, went awry. Two of the stories I had hoped to include with the print edition of the novella, I Am William McGuire, did not work out as hoped. Most of the shorter material I write is intended as backgound or continuity for...
A dialog. “What’s this?” “What?” “This ‘Resolution 451’ business.” “Not a business. Just a revolution. Like a New Year’s revolution.” “You mean resolution.” “Well, yes, but it’s a revolting matter to have to deal with after all the ages..” “How so? What’s the matter?”...
Years ago, in the midst of my bookshop battles and as some psychological relief, I began writing a comedy which was then entitled ‘Knox Books’ as both a homage to the great Boston bookseller of revolutionary days as well as a ‘play’ on the homophone ‘knocks.’ Such...
I have finally done something I had promised to do here years ago. But it is posted at the Bookshop site under 'annotations.' https://avenuevictorhugobooks.com/annotations/
I first knowingly encountered the Administrative State in 1972 when I went to City Hall in Boston to get a peddler’s license so that I might sell books and magazines on the street. I was under the delusion (illusion is too kind) that the First Amendment to the...
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Recent Short Stories
The hanging road sign for Denton Real Estate offered a constant chirping against an intermittent wind. It was a small and familiar voice to Burk as he approached Seeley’s Surfside Diner. The murmur of tires on passing cars was dampened by the new snow. With the hood...
You want me to tell you about Zim? I don’t know you. And I never forget a pretty face. . . . Sure, I worked over at the Mirror years ago. Probably before you were born. There wasn’t a single dame in the entire newsroom back then. I guess times have changed. For the...