Monthly Archives: September 2016

I will be celebrating Rosh Hashanah because there’s a strong likelihood that I am the issue of a closeted Jewish family. Let me explain. Many years ago, shortly after my mother’s funeral in Paris, I went to visit her best … Continue reading →

Footnotes Footnote: An event of lesser importance than some larger event to which it is related. Or perhaps: An annoying detail that must be referred to for honesty’s sake. Or even: A matter of debatable interest that should not detract from the primary … Continue reading →

It has been an odd twenty-four hours, where I went for my fifteenth cystoscopy and was told there was no trace of cancer this time around. That’s two clean exams in a row. My record is three, after five or … Continue reading →

I’ve been culling books for the past few days in anticipation of an eventual move. It’s a bittersweet activity, since I know, as a writer, the effort each volume required of its author. Books to me are sacred things. They … Continue reading →

The GoFundMe campaign started by Arielle to replace stuff burgled from my house a month ago has ended. I need to again thank everyone who participated—those who gave four figures and those who gave two. Each and every dollar was … Continue reading →

I have just spent two hours on the phone with my mortgage company, talking to a customer service rep while staring at my computer screen. The latter showed the status of my account, which somehow did not at all match … Continue reading →

The older I get, the more I miss my family. At this point, all I have left is one sister—a half-sister actually—of whom I am in awe, and a few nephews and grand-nephews whom I barely know. They live in … Continue reading →

My mother never got used to America. Years after she and my dad had returned to Paris where they rented a tiny apartment that was smaller than the living room of the American suburban house they’d lived in, she would say, … Continue reading →

It’s time to finish writing another book. For the past eighteen months, I’ve been working on a project titled Dope, a sequel to an earlier novel, Thirst. Thirst has been doing pretty well, and a few readers have written in … Continue reading →

My father, Jean Octave Sagnier, died 18 years ago today. For the past six months, Arielle and I have been working on a book in which he figures prominently. I hope I depicted him accurately and with all the love he … Continue reading →