Chinese Coffee

Wherein I am reminded of myself [Another sip of A Republic of Books, the novel in progress, for your enjoyment] John Yu has been coming in the shop since he was a kid. He is still a kid, but bigger. He went to MIT. He’s at the University of Pennsylvania now, though...

Smelling guns and firing roses

[Another titillation from A Republic of Books, the novel in progress, the rest of which may be found elsewhere on this ethereal site] * Smelling guns and firing roses a killing with kindness   ‘There are more booby traps in the original Constitution of the United...

Miss Wheatley

[A tasty new collop that speaks for itself, taken from the work in progress, A Republic of Books] However, my favorite scene in that book is the encounter between Henry Knox, Phillis Wheatley, and John Peters, her future husband. I liked it so much that I have already...

Thoreau Again

 [ Yet another morsel of John Finn to be eaten alone or with the greater meal] “The thunder had rumbled at my heels all the way, but the shower had passed off in another direction; though if it had not, I half believed that I should get above it. I at length reached...

Mr. Chekhov

[a tasty portion from another novel, John Finn, written a while back. It seems to work by itself.]   It seems to me that if a novel isn’t about a man and a woman then it ought to be about why it’s not about a man and a woman. I’ve come to this conclusion rather...

Who killed Phidias?

When simple murder is not enough [and yet another bit from the seemingly never ending novel A Republic of Books, that is the ‘work in progress’, more of which is to be found elsewhere on this ethereal site.] I once wrote a novel about Phidias. There is...

Let us consider Cleisthenes

A fragment of marble from Mount Pentelicus [being a small sum of the novel in progress, A Republic of Books]   Nevertheless, at the end of some days, the weight of such matters does add up. Or perhaps I’m just getting too old for it. Finally alone, and at home, I...