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.
Let’s invite many of the greatest boxers, and their contemporaries, to tell their own stories, some true, others tales based on history. Peter Jackson barges into John L. Sullivan’s hotel room to demand a fight. Jim Jeffries regales listeners about his barroom confrontation with Jack Johnson. A bar owner discusses the violent alcoholism of Battling Siki. Jack Dempsey and his detractors hold forth. Sonny Liston stars in three stories. Nelson Mandela boxes Barack Obama. The top 13 heavyweights are identified. Muhammad Ali, Jerry Quarry, Emanuel Steward, Alexis Arguello, Lennox Lewis, and Archie Moore and others also share experiences. They’re frank about their serious business. They know there can always be Death in the Ring.
These satirical columns, written from 2003 to 2009, allow startlingly candid Saddam Hussein and George W. Bush to explain their need to control the destinies of countries, regions, and, ultimately, the world. Osama bin Laden, Dick Cheney, Condoleezza Rice, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Karl Rove, and other notables, not all famous, also demand part of the stage.
Category Archives: The Doors
Seldom is one inundated by stimulating activities in Bakersfield but today I must decide whether to go to an arts and crafts fair and other exhibitions up the road in Shafter, or watch the CSU Bakersfield league-champion men play basketball, or see Wild Child, the consensus best tribute band to The Doors. As it develops […]
Merle Haggard may have passed but he hasn’t departed. He’s enjoying this tribute to his life and work. On stage at the Bakersfield Music Hall of Fame, a sleek new place highlighted by polished wood floors, cushioned seats, and sharp acoustics, popular country singers from Haggard’s hometown and the Central Valley are delivering four hours […]
Oh, what a foolish risk it was. It really should be illegal. I don’t know why it isn’t. All rational people understand it’s dangerous to drive while listening to Jim Morrison sing “Light My Fire.” Actually, I had been thoroughly reasonable all day, easing out of my motel in San Francisco and carefully driving through […]
Surveying the ballroom I’m pleased it’s similar to intimate clubs where The Doors generally played best. About five hundred people are filling the room and sipping drinks if they drink at all. For years, before my reformation, I would’ve viewed such mature restraint as an affront and camped at the two rear-corner bars. Ray Manzarek […]
Three days after telling me to get my ass out of his hospital room, Jim Morrison died in a Paris apartment. Don’t cry for the Jim who departed. Yearn for a less-tortured man who would’ve wanted to live and become a pensioner last year at age sixty-five. I’m a decade older still, and we’re both […]
In early July 1971, I was vacationing in Paris. Ordinarily, by inclination I would’ve been attracted solely by traditional destinations such as the Eiffel Tower and Louvre but, having recently been deserted by my wife, was amenable when friends suggested I visit the Rock ‘n’ Roll Circus, a nightclub where top bands jammed, the chic […]
We live on Love Street in a house with garden, maybe not yet but someday. Jim’s going to buy a church in the south of France and we’ll turn it into a wonderful home. He owes me for so often loving me the wrong way I ache and have to grab thorazine and other things […]
I try not care simpletons think I’m wild sometimes I’m a considerate friend and listener who responds with wit and insight during interviews I spontaneously polish remarks about rock writing and death I don’t want to miss in a plane crash or overdose but savor the only time it ever comes. Before then I can’t […]
I don’t need a psychiatrist though I guzzle whiskey wine and beer and hang outside windows several stories up and drop every pill in hand and yank Janis Joplin’s hair and dash onto Jimi Hendrix’s stage grabbing his legs to shout I want to suck his cock and often screw haunted masochistic women and carouse […]
I love movies and just graduated from UCLA film school in spring 1965 and am ready to create. I don’t think I’ll do films right now though. I’m not lazy but have ten fingers on each hand then fifteen or twenty back to ten I’m not really counting I’m looking at the moon melt into […]
I wish you had appreciated I’m not only your father but a graduate of the Naval Academy and was at Pearl Harbor and didn’t panic when the Japanese sneak-attacked our big warships across the harbor. From the little minelayer Pruitt we fired antiaircraft guns at the bastards and I later volunteered to be a pilot […]