Squinting like Blondie
“Of course,” Scott says. “Your life as performance art.” The night only gets worse. Sean walks out as soon as he closed up his bass’s case and picked up its stand. Marsha demands we drop of her drum kit at her house and won’t stay. Breaking down with only two of us is a […]
Some of the Venues, Pt. 1
As more than one reviewer has commented that the level of description and attention to detail in A Perfect Blindness makes it stand apart. […] Hunt successfully conjures the story’s time and a place in masterful detail. An expansive historical novel that ably evokes its time and place. —Kirkus Reviews […] packed with references to the streets […]
The Sounds of A Perfect Blindness
In A Perfect Blindness, it’s always the late 1980s-early 90s In Chicago with short trips to Columbus, Ohio, including visits to a mix of bars long gone, invented clubs, and a few establishments that have survived the decades. The music is synthpop and industrial, usually danceable, a blend of bands you’ll remember, other maybe not, and glimpses […]
Relentlessly Helping People Who Would Enjoy *A Perfect Blindness* Find It
There is a lot of advice for new authors. Books. Blogs. Newsletters. All overflowing with advice. A riot of tips, strategies, and essential to-dos. One of the most common is to blog. To be relentlessly helpful. To offer tips, strategies, and best practice to-dos for the potential audience for your book. To give it away […]
The lastest review of A Perfect Blindness (1/16/18)
Sometimes your eyes see what they want and there is a veil of darkness covering them as both Scott and Jon hear what they want but often get blindsided by their own fears and the need to not be alone.
Better Living Through Chemistry: Epilogue (One Step Up From Witchcraft)
Unless someone is familiar with the ideas from Thomas Khun’s The Structure of Scientific Revolutions, calling psychology “one step up from witchcraft” sounds like the first shot from someone planning a war on psychology. That reading takes the angry words of a disillusioned 22-year-old too literally, even if it was how he had meant them in 1984—long before he understood how science was born, or how disciplines grow and change.
Better Living Through Chemistry: Notes from Chemically Induced Depression Part 7 of 7+ (Dread, Depression and Disassociation)
While avoiding as much contact with the world as reasonably possible as a husband, father and self-employed writer provided some sanctuary, I remained assailed by accumulating effects, both psychic and physical.
Better Living Through Chemistry: Notes from Chemically Induced Depression Part 6 of 7 (the Meanings of Nausea)
The unwelcomed journey back to the land of the damned wasn’t apparent at first.
