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Short memoir of a minor character

Posted on May 17, 2022 by James Steerforth

My name is Eino Roskinen. Of course, this is not my real name. I was included under that name as a minor character in the novel Cass Timberlane, now considered a rather minor work of Sinclair Lewis but quite a … Continue reading →

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Sleep, my love

Posted on May 8, 2022 by James Steerforth

That’s what I’m telling her to get her to relax, holding her hands in mine, but things are really far from OK, with that psychopath Hendrik bound to knock on the door any minute. What to do? Do I know … Continue reading →

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Complaint of Vilemir Putanin, seasoned dictator and cleptocrat

Posted on March 2, 2022 by James Steerforth

(excepts from His diary) … I have sacrificed myself for my country to restore its former glory, and yet what do I get? Jokers gathering in the capital to protest, no doubt riled up by the criminal thugs I put … Continue reading →

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A nice ending for a novel

Posted on February 7, 2020 by James Steerforth

And so they stood there hand in hand watching the waters of the river flow by until they got bored and left. – James Steerforth Author’s note Novelists usually attempt to wrap up the novel with an ending that packs … Continue reading →

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You can be damn sure

Posted on March 18, 2019 by James Steerforth

it’s going to be a slow movie if the hero takes about ten minutes to enter the place, drag his feet across the floor turtle-like and sit down on the sofa sloth-like, eventually putting his mustachioed head in his hands. … Continue reading →

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