The taxi drove along Lexington Avenue to 42nd Street. His mother had always spoken about Justina as an angel. No photo of Justina survived. No photo of anything, even his mother and father’s wedding, had survived World War I. Julia’s descriptions of Justina had varied so much during the years that he could not help(…)
When Claude arrived with her American, Matisse was cutting paper with a long scissors, he was wearing an old gray sweater on top of his old blue and white striped pajamas, had bare feet. The shape of a leg in an arabesque emerged from the heavy paper that had been painted jet black. He(…)
Following, a short excerpt from Part I – “Pearls Melt in Vinegar” — THE WOMAN WHO BROUGHT MATISSE BACK FROM THE DEAD: He finished drinking café au lait while Sister Paule poured additional doses of glassy-gold fluid into a metal spoon. She noticed the bread thick with butter left uneaten on a plate decorated with gold(…)
Photos: 1. Matisse in old age 2. Note from Matisse to Claude, the model whose life story is told in THE WOMAN WHO BROUGHT MATISSE BACK FROM THE DEAD 3. Claude in old age THE WOMAN WHO BROUGHT MATISSE BACK FROM THE DEAD has become a popular choice with Book Clubs. I shouldn’t be surprised since it’s tasty,(…)
Joyce’s birthday was always a family event. Following, a short excerpt from newly reissued (TMI Press) CLAIRVOYANT available now as a kindle or book, including a New Author’s Note. Despite being diagnosed as schizophrenic, Lucia’s father saw her as a genius like himself. Like a jewel I showed new and incompatible sides, which were breaking off(…)
During the time when I was researching stories that had affected me in some heightened way during my 20 years of Holocaust and World War II writing for inclusion in Fiet’s Vase and Other Stories of Survival, Europe 1939-1945, I attended an exhibition of mostly sepia photographs curated in Warsaw titled “And I still See Their Faces”(…)
On the day the Soviet Army entered Auschwitz-Berkenau (27 January 1945) according to one of several survivors I interviewed many years later, he thought he saw dirty white furry wolves or bears approaching the camp through the snow. When these creatures got closer, he realized they were actually Russian soldiers wearing white fur hats and jackets to protect(…)
Following is the conclusion to the taped interview with Padric McGarry made in New York City in 1977 also a stock photo of Veronica Lake from the 40s, a prototype, like Dorothy Lamour or Lauren Bacall whom Padric resembled when I first knew him in that long-ago time. Padric,(…)
When I met Padric McGarry in 1976 he looked like a tall, henna-haired Dorothy Lamore from long-ago Hollywood; shoulder length, thick hair, winged shoulder blades, poised with a straight back. His alert, hazel eyes didn’t miss a thing that went on around him. He described himself as “flaming, not nelly with a skinny, fruit body.” We(…)
“Sex was always instant and quick – you were ever-ready. I knew that the best way to a man’s heart in prison was through his prick or asshole, and learned quickly to have at least five husbands. It was smart to have a man in the kitchen because the(…)
