The title Death in the Ring should not be taken literally. Most boxers don’t die during fights. They survive their careers of violence but are too often left brain damaged and vulnerable to many other maladies, medical and psychological. Nevertheless, I haven’t written an indictment of boxing. It is, rather, a celebration of the brave and talented men who in epic confrontations stir the souls of millions and thus persuade them to ignore the tragedies and premature deaths that await those who fight in the ring.
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.
Joseph McCarthy says he’s a tough and dedicated guy in the boxing ring and U.S. Senate. Richard Nixon denies he’s an awkward, resentful, and paranoid president. Fidel Castro asserts he’s an appealing and inevitable historical character while embracing megalomania. And all three frigid warriors tell their stories as they fight again.
Category Archives: O.J. Simpson
I was twenty-three in the spring of 1976 and often played basketball in the Sacramento State University gym and then drove to the all-weather track on the south side of campus and jogged before running wind sprints. People often complimented me for being in good shape, and I considered myself a stud but must’ve known […]
In 1995 John squirmed through long and boring academic lectures at UCLA and dreaded direct return to motel room to await more punishment Sunday. He guessed would be all right to drive over to O.J.’s house. He wouldn’t be like fools who year earlier had converged on Brentwood to gawk right after estranged wife and […]
You’re O.J. Simpson and most of the world knows you’re an unconvicted killer. You say you don’t care what people think because you’re innocent. But you don’t feel innocent, and your guilt has long been eating you and left a hollow core inside a fattening and increasingly ridiculous man. You weren’t satisfied merely to beat […]
Once, there was a better O.J. Simpson. I first learned about him in the mid-1960’s when he starred two years as a running back for City College of San Francisco. I was a teenage student in Sacramento and daily devoured the San Francisco Chronicle’s legendary green sheet sports section. And in certain editions, buried deep […]