Sunday, March 24, 2019

Author's word - Lewis of Modern York


  The past is with us, wherever we go, no matter how hard we try putting it to rest.
  Yes, we remember places we’ve never been, events we’ve never experienced. We’re taught to forget, no matter how much we need to remember.
  Cities like New York are steeped in memories far older than the cities themselves. They don’t forget, even if its people believe they do.

  I started writing this story in my head more than forty years ago, like I did with all the books in the Janus Clan series. It has evolved a bit, but basically stayed the same. The scenery is basically a result of my visit in 1980, with a few blanks filled in later. My visit to York in England a few years later brought additional scenery to the story. I made the connection easily, in more ways than one. The story practically fledged out itself.
  New York City didn’t really make much of an impact on me, not compared to London and other cities later. Tall, giant spires have never impressed me, but have, on the contrary been a rather bland detail in a major city. Everything truly important, the way I see it, happens on street level, where people breathe and gasp and exist and live.
  I always add something unplanned while I’m writing a given story, mostly details, but also broader strokes, and I did that here as well. I knew where to start. Liz and Ted seek out long lost family members, while dealing with what they can never forget, and in the process meet quite a few people important to their past, present and future.
  The tapestry is painted further with both broad and narrow strokes. We are halfway there, now, and the story pauses a bit, before moving on, gearing up for the end of the long walk. The first ten years or so have been told. The next thirty is waiting just around the corner, in the mist and the shadows far ahead.
  And at the end of the long desert walk… awaits the dragon.

Thursday, March 07, 2019

The Pirate Project - surveillance


 1. All surveillance must be made illegal by law, with strict penalties by a breach. Private companies, groups or individuals shall not do surveillance, either directly or indirectly. States and clandestine services shall not do surveillance, either directly or indirectly. No one shall!

 1a. One single exception is surveillance of hospital bedposts with seriously ill patients

 2. Gathering of information without the explicit permission of a given person shall be illegal. Use of cookies, digital information capsules shall be illegal. A person shall not, in any way be forced to accept any such method when signing a contract, or be forced in any way. If so happens, the contract shall be void and the culprit be subjected to strict penalties.

 3. Information collected illegally shall never be used for anything, either in public or private disputes, or in any context that can harm or possibly harm a given person.

Sunday, March 03, 2019

No more bullshit - The Trenchcoat Brigade - Author’s word


  This is about one of the short stories in my anthology Red Shadow and Other Stories.
 
  The story stars Timothy Joyce, one of the main characters in my novel Your Own Fate. It is part of the extensive extra material on the website, offering further understanding and perspective of the story.
  It wasn't included in the novel because it’s fairly similar to several other scenes there, and because it didn't quite fit. The story in the book is mostly told from Jeremy Zahn’s perspective.
  This short story about the events on a modern airport would also have to be at least four times longer than the one you have just read. Perhaps I will write the extended version someday.
  Timothy Joyce is a man with no more patience for bullshit, as you can plainly observe and certainly appreciate. If you want to find out more about him, go to the website, or read the book. He certainly would appreciate it.