Who Needs the KGB When We Do It To Ourselves?

I finished my novel on 30 June 2009:  stopped making changes, diddling, froze the text.  I had wanted a complete draft by 30 June; instead, I had a completed book.  So my husband and I then went into town:  some bourbon for him, some rosé for me, some meat and veggies and fruit, including two [...]

On Torture

I’ve been following, at a distance, the “debates” on torture.  Since I’m in a race against time to finish a novel, I’ve pretty much punched out of current events.  My husband, the writer Philip Gold, sends me articles he thinks I should read, such as this one on Russian death squads in Chechnya.  Those who [...]