In this collection of thirty-eight chiseled short stories, George Thomas Clark introduces readers to actors, alcoholics, addicts, writers famous and unknown, a general, a lovelorn farmer, a family besieged by cancer, extraterrestrials threatening the world, a couple time traveling back to a critical battle, a deranged husband chasing his wife, and many more memorable people and events.
Hitler Here is a well researched and lyrically written biographical novel offering first-person stories by the Fuehrer and a variety of other characters. This intimate approach invites the reader to peer into Hitler’s mind, talk to Eva Braun, joust with Goering, Goebbels, and Himmler, debate with the generals, fight on land and at sea and in the air, and huddle in the death camps as, everywhere, civilization is consumed.
Category Archives: Fidel Castro
That evening in Mexico City I witnessed a historical confrontation or, rather, a sucker punch in the dastardly vein of Pearl Harbor. At the time, as a callow young man teaching English in the exotic capital, I understood nothing of the significance of the event, and no one could have known – though some scholars […]
Don’t blame me Vladimir Putin’s grabbing the Crimea sixty years after I bestowed that lovely peninsula on Ukraine, the great Russian Breadbasket where I’d forged my political career and found a bride. Listen to my son, Sergei. He’s a wizard in computers and missiles and holds multiple advanced degrees and teaches at Brown University and […]
In my adult ESL class dominated by students from Mexico I heard a different accent and in Spanish asked, where are you from? Cuba, he said. Too bad Teofilo Stevenson died so young, only sixty. He had alcohol and drug problems, and many problems with women, too. Really? Sí. I was stunned. I hadn’t envisioned […]
Joseph McCarthy, who started high school at age twenty, says he’s a tough and dedicated guy in the boxing ring, on icy campaign roads of Wisconsin, and in the nightmarish confines of the 1950s United States Senate where he chases and tries to destroy enemies he calls communists but are actually demons within himself. Richard […]
At first ping I leave Word, and rigors of composition, checking inbox to see email titled “Some Very Rare Photos” evoking memories: Wright Brothers get plane off ground; Titanic announces it’s big, dumb, and smoky embarking on maiden voyage and, decades later, sleek and relaxed on ocean floor; break-time construction workers dangle feet off steel […]
Richard Nixon called his first congressional opponent a commie, in ‘fifty senatorial race painted Helen Gahagan Duglas pink before trouncing her, and as vice president under Eisenhower snuggled with Joe McCarthy. By late ‘fifties he already wanted to invade Castro’s Cuba which however imperfect had just freed itself from American lackey Batista. After losing, perhaps […]
Those who perished in Twin Towers are confused U.S. government self-proclaimed bastion of anti-terrorism daily strokes enduring terrorist Luis Posades Carriles who in seventies blew Cuban airliner from sky killing everyone and then continued bombing and murdering when not selling cocaine and now says sleeps like baby in Miami where paints landscapes for admirers who […]
Sam’s a helluva good guy I occasionally play golf with. He’s good looking and swarthy and impresses me the confident way he carries himself despite being a beginner shooting high scores on the best courses in Florida. “What kind of work did you do?” I recently asked. “My business. What kind of work you do?” […]
In the twilight of their lives the once-intransigent Castro brothers, Fidel and Raul, have begun behaving in at least moderately encouraging ways. Fidel recently summoned writer Jeffery Goldberg of The Atlantic magazine and told him President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad of Iran was outrageous for demanding the destruction of Israel and a nincompoop for continuing to insist […]
A little less than a year ago my imperialist enemies were prancing in the streets of Mafia Miami as they celebrated the imminence of my death, many even claiming I was already gone. We can tell you now that I really was about dead. I had one, two, three and more intestinal operations, all unsuccessful, […]
Last week the imperialists again unleashed their lies, wishfully proclaiming I was either dead or incapacitated. In fact, I was neither. I was recovering remarkably well from surgery to stop intestinal bleeding. The Cuban people didn’t need to know whether I had cancer or diverticulosis or some other ailment. They only yearned for reassurance their […]
I know what some are saying, that I’m a hick from a sugar plantation and loco because on a dare I rammed my bicycle into a prep school wall and knocked myself unconscious. They think I’m a hotheaded and dangerous young man who may someday kill people, and might already have as a politically-obsessed law […]