Careful what you fish for

My second book, “Lures,” goes live on Amazon tomorrow, and I still have to set my keywords.  I asked my wife, my mother-in-law, and my ten year-old son to write down words they would use when trying to find my book with an Amazon search.

My wife


My mother-in-law


My 10 year-old son



Careful what you fish for 😉



Within the absurd, common ground

A review of “Lures,” by Jeremy Chacon

“You were lucky that wasn’t perfume”

We live in a divided world. The progress of our modern age has meant that a “viewpoint” – not race, gender, sexual orientation, or religion – is the new divisive force that pulls us apart at our collective seams. Populist politicians, technology, economic disparity, and social media soap boxes are the preferred points of self-segregated coffee shop discussion… IF, this is truly the case, then what Mr. DiFelice has offered us with ‘LURES’ – his collection of short stories – is perhaps the one redemptive quality that can bring our disparate society together: Humanity’s touch of the Absurd.

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A review of “Lures” by Andrei Winograd

Andrei Winograd is a Brazilian translator and author who is as self-deprecating as he is intelligent (as you’ll see in the review).  He is the author of several books that range from finance to observational humor, and if I were his agent I would tell him to combine the two.  He has twice been a guest on Programa do Jô, the Brazilian equivalent of Late Night With David Letterman.

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Criticism: the Third Certainty

The title of this article comes from “Nothing is certain except for death and taxes,” a famous quote often attributed to Benjamin Franklin.  To this I’ll add another certainty, the one of Criticism, which, if you’re an author, often comes publicly in the form of a bad review.  This review is usually penned by someone you’ve never met and who you never invited to see your Fringe Festival show in the first place, gosh darnit.  To many people, critics are the original trolls, predating the internet by millennia.  They are the party poopers who turn your much anticipated book launch into a chagrin-filled scat-fest.  They’ve been around since the first poets scratched cuneiform verse onto clay tablets, only to have them smashed over their heads without warning.  They’re not going away any time soon, and that’s a good thing.

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